Our hearts will ever fondly recall these Florida cottages
where my baby's grown up; stray cats and all.
For years, 'they've been saying
this place is gonna be torn down one day;
low income housing on valuable real estate
Greenview, verdant as its name,
filled with trees; like an aviary
with children playing
The tiny square porch,
a cozy New Year's dance floor.
"Why do we go to school on Valentine's Day?"
a little Hindu boy once said; he's almost 6 feet tall now,
same angelic face, a bit less round.
We first arrived, virgins to the sun,
with two hundred bucks,
to this Magic City suburb
In a time period when there wasn't
quite so much overdevelopment
One could still happily munch one's way
through the 'big top' fruit market outside
if you didn't mind swatting flies
The bikinis girls sold soda,
also hotdogs, from the roadside
And you could watch movies on the sands
of hot summer nights at the beach;
rings of sounds and sights as these.
Some things were dirt cheap;
even dirt was cheaper, it seemed.
A long log of quirky circus people,
beloved tenants, an array of incidents
have come and gone
Hurricanes, discoveries,
runaways, recoveries
Breakdowns, hook ups,
hookahs
Custody hearings;
secrets, sometimes revealed
"I need to borrow your plunger."
Hardworking folks; skinny guy,
the one who spoke with lizards
Gary, that owned the bagel place;
our Pakistani basketball player
Gilberto, roving romancer/manager
who, now, has gone home to Panama
The Kentucky Fried Chicken couple,
that bonsai fellow
And pets,
Bo, Panda, MeowMeow
to name a few
Trick or treats,
Christmas trees,
hide and seeks
Reunions, births,
graduations;
and some who passed away
Breakups, friendships, injuries, kindnesses;
we are the historians of this campground at the crossroads,
having lived here nearly the longest
We can recall most stories;
funny, sad, weird, glorious
Victorious; all
under an enormous sky
Not much luxury nor convenience
but fresh humid air aplenty, and a tree house
Magnificent city fireworks show,
from the park next door,
every July 4th.
A contest entry
- I Left My Heart In ________ by poet2angels.
700 points, ended November 23, 2008, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is amazing...So many memories inside this wonderful piece!
I loved every line but this line just made me picture everything:
"The tiny square porch,
a cozy New Year's dance floor."
Great poem!
Lynda
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Thank you for the trophy, Lynda.
The part about the porch is true. Last New Years's Eve, my neighbors had a big party (at a little house
), and they used the porch for dancing; which I thought was pretty creative, and fun.
Have a peaceful Sunday
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i found this an emtiona need to keep reading,,,,wating for the bus i wished would never come...what a delight this is
mal
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Thank you so much
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amazing how many memories a place can bring, places, people, events... a wonderful descriptive poem,
hugs,
georgie,
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Thanks, Georgie.
I hope that you are well
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You were all over the place in this.But it worked for you.You kept my attention,every line a differant scene.I like the effectiveness of the overall poem,the attention to detail shows well.I do not think that I would revise it it is good as it stands.Good luck to you in the contest.
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I'm so glad that you enjoyed this poem. Thanks for reading.
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