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