What Home Was


Summer waves lapping on an green rowboat
The smell of bait and fresh-caught fish
Light wind blowing through the bamboo trees
Sunburn on my neck and knees

And Autumns in that light blue coat
The crush I had on Jen’s friend Trish
The games of football in the park
That wouldn’t end ’till way past dark

Warm Christmas evenings by the lights
My parents strung up every year
The tree so large, so golden-starred
The carol singers in the yard

The Springs we played at flying kites
A go-cart we could barely steer
That old green rowboat’s faded prow
Like my green mem’ries – faded now

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