Crosby Park

Crosby Park

A Poem by Randy Johnson

I moved to this neighborhood forty-two years ago today.
I moved here six months before Elvis Presley passed away.
Crosby Park is the name of my neighborhood.
I've been here for a long time and I'll be here for good.
I still remember the day when I moved here.
It's been over four decades, that's a lot of years.
I became the owner of my property eight years ago in 2011.
My parents gave it to me two years before they went to Heaven.
I moved to Crosby Park forty-two years ago today.
I've been here since I was five and I'm here to stay.

© 2019 Randy Johnson


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There is something to be said for continuity. The nomadic life can eventually become unsatisfying.

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Added on February 25, 2019
Last Updated on February 25, 2019
Tags: Home, Neighborhood, Property, Nostalgia

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Randy Johnson
Randy Johnson

TN



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I was born in Middlesboro, Kentucky on August 20, 1971. I've lived in East Tennessee since 1973. My hobbies are writing and drawing. more..

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