Myrtle Street


United States
27° 49' 7.2624" N, 99° 40' 43.2804" W

Intact in my eye are a five year old's streets

I peeled oranges bored in Sunday-School pews

Seldom a shoe on my naked free feet

Never my knees without  blue bruise

The table clothed mountain ,

overlooking our gang

Up to the clouds- our spirits flew

A carefree flock that rolled with the flood

Of playfulness- smiles and spirited song

Shopping mall mischief and water bomb balloons

A fun that fled away too soon

Yet the memory Is somehow still fresh in my blood

 recalled as the taste of a favourite sweet-

Or the wide grinning faces a young boy knew

When he idled his summers on Myrtle Street.






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