Thomas Ave.

Accidental Poet

 

Driving round in my old hometown

Felt a familiar pull

To turn down a street I know

By a house so memorable

 

Thomas Ave. still looks the same

But in some ways it’s not

The trees all grown so tall

Long ago visions I almost forgot

 

Maybe a few neighbors still live here

And some like us had to move on

But Thomas Ave. in Scituate, Massachusetts

The street that I grew up on

 

Just a short walk to the end of the street

The ball park where I played baseball

It’s where I spent my younger days

Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall

 

And at the time I didn’t think

That house was so special

But what I wouldn’t give today

Just to cross that back door threshold

 

Dad I know

You didn’t want to be so mean

And Mom I know

What you said is not what you mean

 

So now I see our old house

All remodeled, but I still see

The house we lived in

Like a rock, there in my memory

 

You can take the boy away

Take him away from that street

But not the street from the boy

A hometown boy he’ll always be

 

Driving away I know

There’s a memory I’ll always have

Many days of my youth

Living on Thomas Ave.

 

Copyright © Accidental Poet2013

  • Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 1st, 2017 08:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just thinking back to the street I grew up on in my hometown.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 43
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  • orchidee

    A fine memory write AP. Now what rhymes with Autumn, for us in the UK?! We don't say Fall.

  • Syd

    Great poem AccidentalPoet. I know the feeling when I visit the village I grew up in. Everything is the same but different if that makes sense lol - Syd

    • Accidental Poet

      Makes a lot of sense Syd. And personally, I tend to like the neighborhood I grew up in the way I remember it. The same can be said for the rest of the town also. But change is part of life and I know it is I that must adapt. Thanks for reading Syd and your comment.

    • Michael Edwards

      I visited my old home a few years back - the same but so different and everything looked so much smaller. A super work AP

      • Accidental Poet

        I think it's human nature to want to go back to where we spent our younger days Michael. And what I noticed about everything looking smaller is because we have gotten bigger and the trees have all grown to two or three times the size we remember. Thank you for reading and complimenting.

      • Jeremy Leach

        Great poem and I'm imagining it. Makes me think of my own upbringing too and although worlds apart in a UK village I can relate to seeing the old house all changed, the feelings it stirs up and the memories etched in my brain.

        • Accidental Poet

          Old memories never die, do they Jeremy. I hope I stirred up positive favorite memories.

        • Fay Slimm.

          Going back home is described so well here A.P. and finding the remembered places makes me think of when I did the same. Changes are inevitable but in our memory things stay as they were. Such a good read.

          • Accidental Poet

            Thanks Fay. I hope I was able to bring back your most favorite memories.

          • myself and me

            Your writing took me back to the small village I spent my childhood. A lovely and touching poem.

            • Accidental Poet

              Good memories I hope m&m. Thanks for reading.

            • Goldfinch60

              Very emotive write, those places where we grew up will always bring back memories.

              • Accidental Poet

                Yes Andy, always. Thanks for reading and commenting.



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