Debbie Guzzi Poet Quatrain

Childhood Deeds / Linconville, Maine 1957

In search of long lost orchards
where apple blossoms bloom;
an ole white ashen farmhouse
and corncrib-playhouse rooms.

Searching for the scent of pine
where lingering laughter lies,
for the summer days gone by
and seashells on the tide.

Hungering for spruce gum chaw
we dug from crooks of trees
for the tart and bittersweet
memories of childhood deeds.

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John Mcgrath March 17, 2009 at 11:34 AM this is classy!im going to enjoy more of your gems.thanks and may you be ever blessed.

Vince Suzadail Jr. March 5, 2009 at 4:48 AM I'm a nostalgia nut. I loved those days when the biggest stressor was batting with 2 outs and the bases loaded. Vince

Laura Mckenzie February 14, 2009 at 2:31 PM Deborah AWW there's nothing more fond then childhood memories it sounds like you had a Summer of fun in your playhouse of dreams in Maine! Wonderful nostalgic write! Laura :)

Frank F. Atanacio February 13, 2009 at 1:07 PM wow-- sweet as I too can remember thank you for sharing this :)

Robin L. Gass February 13, 2009 at 12:59 PM Debbie, this is wonderful. I read Carolyns oem and they say great minds think alike! Childhood memories are great inspirations especially when they come out as good as this. You try to revisit, but it is never the same. The last two lines sum it up perfectly! Love Ya, Robin

Carolyn Devonshire February 13, 2009 at 12:42 PM Deborah, I think we were on the same page when I wrote "Into the Weeds." Childhood memories are such a great inspiration! Carolyn