The first house I lived in
hovering over our back porch,
radiant with white blossoms
I climbed both trees, yes,
when my father prevailed,
recently read a delightful novel from the 50s,
“Dandelion Wine,” by the late Ray Bradbury.
summer approaching, it put me in mind of
this week’s poem, “Yard,” and early
yard shone up to my upstairs bedroom
window, so too The Soo Line
Railroad, the yard’s
south boundary, passing daily,
difficult to tally the full importance of that yard
in my life as the memories
rush in and stick hard.
you have a yard, a street, park or playground
where you chased after your
friends or jumped
it make sense for you to revisit that place as
it does for me in placing
myself back in our
yourself as a child somehow, even if it
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