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.
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC
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.