Summerset Grove Poem by Rob Souza

Summerset grove,
the place where im never alone.
on the street of memories past,
of lost love and endless laughs.

the majestic mountains,
with trees of green,
the pools of water,
that glisten and glean.

each individual flower,
on the side of the road,
the chirping of birds,
and the croaking of toads.

the buzzing of bees
and the gardener on his knees.
the children at play
savoring the summer day.

the fresh crisp air
brings around not a care
the countless clouds in the sky
and old rusty trucks driving by

the biting mosquitoes
and sand through my toes
the laziness in the park
and being home after dark

sleepovers galore,
and salesmen knocking on your door,
the fallen down trees,
are an adventure to explore.

riding bikes,
and playing capture the flag,
playing halo 2,
and reading sports illustrated mag.

the sweet smell of bbq,
that makes taste buds tingle,
right there on the couldesac,
where the neighborkids mingle.

furious football,
and scoreless soccer games,
were always abruptly ended,
by the warm reckless rain.

but the memories in this place
will never fade
in this place
i wish i could have stayed