Myrtle Street
Intact in my eye are a five year olds streets
I peeled oranges bored in Sunday School pews
Seldom a shoe on my naked free feet
hardly my knees without a blue bruise
To the table clothed mountain ,
overlooking our gang
Up to the clouds- our spirits flew
A carefree flock that rolled with the flood
Of playfulness- smiles and spirited song
Shopping mall mischief and water bomb balloons
A fun that fled away too soon
Yet the memory Is somehow still fresh in my blood
It is recalled as the taste of a favourite sweet-
Or the wide grinning faces a young boy knew
When he idled his summer on Myrtle Street
Copyright © Mark Hurlin Shelton | Year Posted 2017
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