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Rated: E · Poetry · Biographical · #1489267
a trip back
"Where that blue trailer is used to be a flowered hill.
Dad found some Abanaki arrowheads over there, sharp still.
Over on this side were two old well-climbed willow trees."

They tore down the house but I rebuilt it in my memories.

16 years ago our family moved away from the old farm,
Now I visit, trying to show my daughter its charm,
“Along here we grew carrots, corn, lettuce and peas…”
They tore down the house but I rebuilt it in my memories.

Bulldozers came and beat, bladed, and shaped the land,
changing everything my dad built with his own hand.
I was sad to see it all gone, like a spring breeze.
They tore down the house but I rebuilt it in my memories.

"Where that blue trailer is used to be a flowered hill..."
They tore down the house but I rebuilt it in my memories.
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