I live in God's country now,
three hours as the crow flies
from where I grew up and lived
for sixty years if the traffic is moving
though it never is.
So I rarely go back to the old neighborhood,
see friends hang in old haunts.
It's just not worth it.
I live in God's county now,
tree lined streets manicured lawns,
strip malls instead of corner bodega's,
neighbors that close windows when fighting,
no stoops to sit on in the summer
and drink your beer.
God's country quiet and neat,
A good place to raise kids or come to die.
Lots of birds and squirrels,
and this one fucking racoon that has me
scared shit-less to go into my own backyard!
Author notes
Lots of birds and squirrels,
'nature around you'
A contest entry
- Your Neck of the Woods by Olivias Violin.
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"no stoops to sit on in the summer" - Yes, suburbs can be so flavorless and isolating.
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ha ha! poor racoon
my neighbor, when I was little, had a pet racoon...lol...don't ask
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Enjoyed this
Good job
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the end made me laugh out loud. I have a skunk like that at ours. I always said NYC is only for the young.
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I would love your neighborhood, racoon and all.
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