Blanchard Drive Poem by Ryan Lee

Nostalgic feelings about this memorable ground.
Neighbor’s voices were a welcome sound.
Our family lived there for thirty years.
A place of laughter and a few tears.

Up and down the street I would roam.
Always knowing my way back home.
Christmas lights were a wonderful sight.
Trick-or-treaters strolling on Halloween night.

Work week bustle just before dawn.
Saturday afternoons of mowing the lawn.
Ligustrums blooming in the spring.
Kids riding bicycles, skateboards, or the latest thing.

Late night coffee; an afternoon beer.
Feeling at home every day of the year.