for six years
it was the world
the perfect venue
for stick ball
and street hockey
a simpler time
with one rule
be home by
by dinner
time passes
the children
now long gone
off to the suburbs
or jail
a two-way-street
each leading
to somewhere else
© C.D Sinex
I really like this one. It's a city and a street where I have never been but you convey the feelings so well I can see it perfectly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Reminds me of football behind the old grain elevator. Brings a pleasant sort of nostalgia that I think a lot of people can relate to. Simple, sincere, and worth sharing. Thanks
Thanks, glad you could relate.