Mark Hurlin Shelton Poet Free verse

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

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Funom Makama July 19, 2017 at 2:12 PM You just unzipped the covers of my mind to the unprecedented worship of your adorable lines with a powerful choice of words that can't just be ignored. Showers of your wisdom is well palpated in this page and the only thing I can say is a big WELL DONE! Can't wait to have more of your mental command flowing through my reading mind. Mark Hurlin Shelton July 20, 2017 at 7:24 AM Funom, thank you so much, and God bless you. Your kind words of appreciation have truly made my day. :)