
Sometimes when I think back to moments gone,
To summers past, to lovers lost, to smiles,
I remember a place, Shiga, Nihon;
Lake Biwa, with its shores of emerald miles.
Perched high above is grand Hikonejou;
A stately castle, white and gold and gray;
A national treasure built long ago,
Saved by the emperor Meiji-taitei.
We rode our bicycles aside the moats,
Along the winding paths up to Bell Road
For bento, ramen, sushi, parfait floats,
And sometimes bars where songs and sake flowed.
A summer marked by fireworks, shaved ice;
These memories are still held dear and prized.
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Crysta Coburn
Crysta K. Coburn has been writing award-winning stories for most of her life. She is a journalist, fiction writer, poet, playwright, editor, podcaster, and occasional lyricist. She co-hosts the popular paranormal podcast Haunted Mitten.


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