Back yard memories a poem by Elise Smith (Brooke)


Back yard memories


The blue house, my father’s favorite color.


A walnut tree house to hold my doll's parties.


The tyre swing was made for me with pure love.


There stands my para pool, with a blow-up ‘ducky.’


Just me, my Dad and Mum live here, just us three.


Mitzy is my dog and my best friend, whom I love.


We have a bountiful vegetable garden.


The neighbor's Ruth, Melanie, Queenie, and George,


And the lady with the chicken farm is close by

I feel young and fancy-free. All this for me?




Elise Brooke©










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