My Childhood Home
There's a brook that flows along side
between the yard & the foot of the mountain
our home stood next to the street
We caught fish on a makeshift bridge
played outside ‘til the lightning bugs flickered
joined together for a home cooked meal
These memories are all that is left
we moved from there, so long ago
my childhood home is no more
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