Tuesday, August 1, 2017

With thoughts of Robert Frost

Back Home

I once used to chase fireflies about
When I was little and liked to go out
Barefoot, running free, breathing country air
Sisters and friends playing, good times to share
Laughing and having fun, without a doubt

Riding my bicycle up the long drive
Tending the gardens and watching them thrive
Playing ball, badminton, and hide and seek
And building a rock dam in Shannon Creek
Always running outdoors, feeling alive

And now the pines are as big as the oak
The weeds the driveway has begun to choke
The little red house is no longer there
The land’s now home to deer, rabbits and bear
Many feelings these images evoke

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