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
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A fine memory write AP. Now what rhymes with Autumn, for us in the UK?! We don't say Fall.
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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
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.
I visited my old home a few years back - the same but so different and everything looked so much smaller. A super work AP
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.
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.
Old memories never die, do they Jeremy. I hope I stirred up positive favorite memories.
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.
Thanks Fay. I hope I was able to bring back your most favorite memories.
Your writing took me back to the small village I spent my childhood. A lovely and touching poem.
Good memories I hope m&m. Thanks for reading.
Very emotive write, those places where we grew up will always bring back memories.
Yes Andy, always. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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