the road i know is gone now

the one with weeds and trees

wildflowers blooming

beside old evergreens.

our little yellow home

my mom grandmom and I

a winding garden path

tended so lovingly

a porch with a swing

three graceful maple trees

i named the three princesses

they were great friends to me

in back was a wonderland

of greenery

a little swirling pond

reflected autumn leaves

mushrooms grew in rings

on old weathered bark

i so fascinated by colors

beside our humble home

grew a flowering bush

white blooms heralded spring

from my window i would see them

in the morning

...memories are golden now

as twilight sweeps o'er me

wish i could go back there

and relive childhood... once more



by L.B.