Chudley
Over a gently sloping hill
Three rooms and a garage
Overseas you left in rage
Too young both, I missed you still
Lost for the first time feeling at home
Left with your friend all alone
I remember things they say were never there
Like the hill and the bar close to school
Laugh at my memories you fool
I still wont let go of my childhood's fear
Never recall ever leaving, only playing in the brush
No friends either, crying, no lavatory to flush
Colors all shaded, expect for green
It seem to jump out from every scene
And the moist deposit my feet revisited
And oranges in tree as they sang
Games to which I was never invited
But I never hated them as I crept along
A mother of a mixed two
A boy who hurts me and girl who played me as a shoe
Do my memories lie to me
Was this home nothing but sweet
I'm sorry if I lie Chudley but this is what I feel
Copyright © Jason Thomas | Year Posted 2008
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