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Visiting Home
Today I took a trip back-
in time
Standing in a puddle of
deja vu, smack dab
in my childhood
neighborhood
Oh how things had
changed-
It was full of
chipped paint
dying flowers
and broken cars
I guess age took
it's toll-
Things looked old and
broken
I closed my eyes and-
clicked my heels
hoping for a
gift from Oz.
Finally I ran into
something familiar-
We called it
" the big tree"
The place where
we shared our blood
oath secrets
and carved our
initials and
scared club
vows-
I climbed aged
twisted pretzel branches
and found my prized seat
Aged oak still felt the same-
comfortable and safe
All the carvings were
still as we had left
them
I even managed to
remember our
secret language
Somethings still remain
the same-
As the neighborhood
crumbles around it
That tree holds
some of the
best years of my
childhood.
poem
by
Robin Bennett
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