Home Coming

 Home Coming

The places of my childhood still exist
Rolling groves of x-mas trees along the outskirts
The red freckled bricks that cascade down to rosebuds
Jelly sandals in ankle deep puddles
The places of my childhood
La-Z-Boys chain-sawed into tree trunks
That haunted house up on the hill she swears you could hang-glide from
Elephant ears on the riverside
Still exist
The yellow cottage under the bridge next to The Building
Morning glory crawling up the embankment behind
Miles of sludging down pavement
The places of my childhood still exist

Reviews

[Leap]

I don't know if I've ever read this until now, but I think it's beautiful.

[Wildecat]

Those sound like some wonderful memories, nice writing.