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Where The Sycamore Grew
The sun-yellow house seems smaller somehow, as we look at it now, with time-worn eyes... The street seems narrower, and the trees have grown.. and where once open fields spanned both sides of the road, there are new tract houses, and fences have bloomed. The neighboring orchards have all been removed Yet, somehow we knew the house would remain.... As if seen from a distance, ...yet, so much the same There's a rusty-red tricycle, and a skate left behind from someone's small child, that tomorrow will find. Boots wait near the pavers that wind to the door, It's a path that we laid on a hot summer day... in front of this house that sits at the bend near the end of the road, where the sycamore grew... As suddenly as wind will spring from the dust thirty years fell away, and flew into in the past And quickly alive, all the memories rise, like a whirlwind of leaves, in a springtime of lives..... _____ ...Our first Christmas trees,. and our first holidays... Anniversaries we spent with just pizza and wine The place where I cried long into the night, as the child in me grieved for a mother who died... Long, starry nights, I was bathed by the moon rocking my babes to a lullaby tune _____ Yes....it is all captured there, in the small yellow house Our very first house, with the snow-white trim Strange, it may be, but I'm glad it's still yellow... Still wearing the face of the warm summer sun The sun- yellow house, with a flagstone path Where old slate stones bring the sun to the door It's a path we laid on a warm summer day in a place that we knew as our very first home Just a small yellow house, with its snow-white trim... that sits 'round the bend, where the sycamore grew... _________
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