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Where The Sycamore Grew

The sun-yellow house seems smaller somehow,
as we look at it now,  with time-worn eyes...

The street seems narrower, and the trees have grown..
and where once open fields spanned both sides of the road,
there are new tract houses, and fences have bloomed.
The neighboring orchards have all been removed

Yet, somehow we knew the house would remain....
As if seen from a distance, ...yet, so much the same

There's a rusty-red tricycle, and a skate left behind
from someone's small child, that tomorrow will find.

Boots wait near the pavers that wind to the door,
It's a path that we laid on a hot summer day...
in front of this house that sits at the bend
near the end of the road, where the sycamore grew...

As suddenly as wind will spring from the dust
thirty years fell away, and flew into in the past
And quickly alive, all the memories rise, 
     like a whirlwind of leaves, in a springtime of lives.....
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...Our first Christmas trees,. and our first holidays...
    Anniversaries we spent with just pizza and wine

 The place where I cried long into the night, 
  as the child in me grieved for a mother who died...

 Long, starry nights, I was bathed by the moon
                    rocking my babes to a lullaby tune
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Yes....it is all captured there, in the small yellow house
Our very first house, with the snow-white trim

Strange, it may be, but I'm glad it's still yellow...
Still wearing the face of the warm summer sun 

The sun- yellow house, with a flagstone path
Where old slate stones bring the sun to the door
It's a path we laid on a warm summer day
in a place that we knew as our very first home
 
Just a small yellow house, with its snow-white trim...
that sits 'round the bend, where the sycamore grew...


                                       _________

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 9/11/2019 10:23:00 AM
One of my favorite poems I have read recently. You have captured something special and nostalgic in a simple and lovely way.
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Date: 7/15/2019 12:22:00 AM
Wonderful trip to yesterday. Excellent write. Ann
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Date: 6/5/2019 8:29:00 PM
Nice poem...reminds me of my old childhood home in Tampa that was paradise once but now, years later in dismal decay. But good memories remain and this poem helps bring them back. Cheers, Terry
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Date: 2/20/2019 4:35:00 PM
Hello Carrie Richards, a beautiful poem you have created. It has memories of your past that you remember well. Have a nice evening my friend.
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Date: 2/9/2019 3:45:00 PM
Carrrie, this is a beautiful, nostalgic poem. You painted a lovely picture. Blessings, Susan
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Date: 6/24/2018 8:49:00 PM
Carrie, You capture the emotions that such memories bring, and bring the reader right there, "where the sycamores grew"
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Date: 6/3/2018 10:54:00 PM
This is the first of your poems I read. It paints a picture of a place familiar to us all. First home is hard to forget. You’re good at touching a tender heart with words that read like art. RAY
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Date: 3/12/2018 1:44:00 PM
Very nicely done, with a finesse and lightness of touch that is characterized by your deftness in rhythm and word choice, nostalgic and touching. Kudos!
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Date: 2/20/2018 11:04:00 PM
A masterpiece!
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Date: 5/15/2017 2:58:00 PM
Dropping by to read this beauty again. It's so touching!
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Date: 5/7/2017 3:41:00 PM
I love your poetry! This takes me back many years as I often go back to my home by smells in my garden. My gardenia bush takes me to my front porch swing on a summer evening, with many memories. Thank you for this beautiful heart-warming memory.
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Date: 3/9/2017 8:13:00 PM
This brought tears to my eyes! What a beautiful tribute to a childhood home. We've all gone back only to find everything that seemed so big, is now only a distorted perspective in our memories. I loved your line..."where a child in me grieved for a mother who died. Just heart wrenching!
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Date: 10/11/2016 7:26:00 PM
Such a heart warming poem. I love this piece. I had added this poem to my favourites when I read it for the first time. :)
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Date: 10/10/2016 11:30:00 PM
I had to read this one again Carrie it is one of my favourite poems of all poets of all time. You are so talented. The beauty of this poem is that it is brilliant when read at face value. Yet a person like me who has a fervent imagination I can read so many things in this piece. Forgive me for that. Again one of my favourite poems of all time you are a brilliant poet.
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Date: 8/16/2016 11:30:00 AM
what an absolute charming and calming write. your work is simply amazing
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Date: 5/1/2016 6:49:00 PM
Carrie, this is one of my faves from you .. :) Congratulations on your win in Andrea's fave contest. XOX - LINDA
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Date: 4/28/2016 9:33:00 AM
What a beautiful imagery of your home, Carrie! Congrats on being Andrea's Fave!
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Date: 4/27/2016 12:31:00 PM
Congrats on your winning work..SK
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Date: 4/27/2016 11:37:00 AM
Lovely memories Carrie :-) many congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 4/27/2016 10:54:00 AM
What an amazing poem Carrie! This is now one of my faves! :)-luloo
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Date: 2/18/2016 4:17:00 AM
really does paint a picture thanks
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Date: 9/7/2015 10:04:00 PM
Carrie.. A wonderful winning write, I salute you!
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Date: 9/1/2015 1:49:00 AM
Wonderful write and a superb win! Big congrats Carrie!
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Date: 7/9/2015 7:03:00 PM
Splendid work here. Congratulations...
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Date: 4/29/2015 3:40:00 PM
Nice nostalgic poetry. Thank you for sharing. God Bless. D.
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