Sycamore Lane NotebookA Poem by Annie N.snippets of childhood memories, fragments of bittersweet suburban recollections scrapbooked...Family of
rabbits, sheltered by a cardboard roof. Once,
around the mulberry bushes of ice-cream truck weekends. Sweet
Neapolitan of asphalt, concrete, grass. Seldom
was the hydrangea bush trimmed or hedges squarely clipped. My
neighbor’s falsetto, sometimes she would sing. Often
times a bird or two will trill along, or perhaps they never hear. Teenagers
in the pool, teenagers on the roof. Did they
see me as a child? " maybe they did not see at all. Humming
of wasps in my swing set; pulsing breath. Out past
the lawns, fireflies that dot the night like stars. Mud in
the sandbox, sand in the pot. We never
tied the rope swing to our sycamore tree. Its moth
and butterfly seedlings spiral in the air before they fall. First
flight, bloodied knees. Prayers
of the backyard bible group, Psalm 23. The Lord is my shepherd, the
grass of my lawn freshly mowed. The dog
escapes his fence and chases the rabbits away. © 2012 Annie N.Featured Review
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Added on September 4, 2012Last Updated on September 4, 2012 AuthorAnnie N.AboutWe are all born writers. Only some of us are lucky enough to find the reason to begin. Contemporary Poet, Café Frequenter, Slam Poet and Full-time Youth. It's been almost 3 years at the.. more..Writing
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