Capital Trail, Delaware

Share Edit Capital Trail, Delaware by June Ellen Smith Workers came, chopped the front yard. Made Capital Trail, Kirkwood Highway. Lived there when I was six years young. Trees galore, weeping willow I swong on. Caught turtles, bugs and bats for pets. Buttercups glowed under chins. Nests Of bluish eggs, were not to touch them. My father grew up in this house, then Brought my brother. Then I was there. Laid in the sun on chairs, picked ticks Out of my hair. Some swelled to gray, Full of blood, squished on dirt driveway. Garage was down by long, picket fence. Gram drove in her Cadillac, hence was A wonderful place. Then when I was nine, They moved the house to middle of city. Bought smaller house, somewhat a pity. With smaller yard, paved streets, school Down the street. Dad remarried. We moved To Tryon, N.C. Larger house than Gram's. More land, more trees. Childhood memories.