My Old Stomping Grounds

I recall driving past the place I used to live; it triggered a flood of old memories. Oh, I just had to drive back there! And with the thoroughness of an obsessively determined detective, I did discover relics of the past. Surroundings familiar though many years have passed I broadly smiled as I waxed reflective; old neighbors recalled with fondness. I sat, wondering where life has taken them; lost in a deep reverie. Fine stardust of nostalgia, I sieved. Haunting ghosts of yesteryear I fondly relived! Lawn I blew dandelion seeds every... so often, kept in superb care. Expanded, narrowness... of pathway in the backyard; like a detective, walking my old stomping grounds. Back, at last. Submitted for... A Little Memory - My Invented Form - Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place) Sponsored by: Constance La France Rhyme Pattern ABCDEF FEDCBA ABCDEF Syllables are 12/10/8/6/12/10 12/10/8/6/12/10 12/10/8/6/12/10 Date written: 01/09/2021