My Hudson Valley Childhood
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
MY HUDSON VALLEY CHILDHOOD
Mother dropped us — we’ve no fear of attack,
shopping in Poughkeepsie, when it was clean.
Teens buy nail polish —hers blue, mine lilac.
Feathered-Farrah hair, wear bell-bottom jeans.*
No call waiting, phones attached to the wall.
Sans social media, not very mean.
Prom in auditorium — had a ball.
Wore wedding-white, back then I was scot-free.
I declared prophecy before my fall.**
Burgeoning sights and sounds —poetic me
adored rainstorms, the way the branches bend
at the onset when wind frazzles shade trees.
Perched in maple with my neighborhood friends,
riding my bicycle all around town —
sunny and cloudy days breathlessly spend.
Memory swinging at village playground.
My Hudson Valley’s a luscious hometown.
11/23/2020
Contest: Terza Rima Form
Sponsor: Constance La France
*Farrah Fawcett, Charlie’s Angels’ fame, 1970’s hairstyle
**Before I fell in love. I wore that same dress when I got married. I had said to my mother, “This would make a nice wedding dress.” I married just a few months after I joined the Navy. Had no idea I would find a husband or wear this dress when I got married. LOL...so young.
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