Pictures From My Backyard, a poem

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We grew up in a world

that knew no borders

no gates to separate

the neighbors,

just miles and miles

of blue skies.

A beautiful vista

with dreams of green

as far as the eye can see

and views of the mighty river

meandering through the landscape.

Rows and rows of corn

stand in the warmth of the sun

an invisible barrier

and an impossible maze

to lose a wandering baseball

in the midst of a summer game.

At night, the landscape softens

and loses its glow – a new presence

filled with the radiance

of night moon against darkened sky

deer quietly graze in the yard,

a delinquent raccoon

roots through the garbage

and the hoot of owls

fill the night with their solemn serenade

while dogs bark at shadows

all beneath the light of the summer moon.

It takes a while to get here

paved road in the front

climbs steep ascent

through forest trees and gurgling stream

sparsely scattered houses

are barely shadows between the trees.

Nature is in full bloom with every step

there’s a gravel road out the back

not yet inhabited,

it is quiet and full of secrets

a treasure for the adventurous heart.

We crawl in the grass beneath the trees

curl our toes and lie beneath its shade

for the day is long and seductive.

How I long for the memories of this place

where my dreams reside

soaring above the clouds

on a warm summer’s day

but now I travel a different road

and things before do slowly fade.

Now I am left, overshadowed

by row upon row of houses

perhaps the same lineage

(with not much imagination)

quickly paved to make way for more

where everything seems the same

and any trace of nature

slinks in dead of night – for fear.

There are no whistling winds

to soothe the heart

no trees to lay beneath and dream

no cricket’s call or hoot of passing owl –

they are all lost to me now.

But even here,

we must find romance

and hold on to yesterday’s dream.

 

© Sumyanna 2015

 

I wish I could truly share pictures of my backyard when I was growing up.  Sadly, I have none – so I have tried to recreate it in words, just as I remember it.

 

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: gate

Beautiful photo courtesy of Pixabay.com

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10 Comments Add yours

  1. I can connect with this poem, but that’s not the reason I say your poetry is exquisite; it’s because no other word will do.

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      You are so incredibly sweet Jane. I hope you are doing well. We went off for a bit to the mountains for hiking, fresh air, and relaxation. It was amazing. Now that we’re back, school starts on Monday. Have to get the chains ready to tie me to the computer 😉

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      1. I look forward to seeing the mountains reflected in your beautiful poetry 🙂

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        1. Sumyanna says:

          Soon, I promise! 🙂

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  2. leigha66 says:

    Such a beautifully vivid poem! … you know I don’t think I have any pictures of my childhood backyard either. Sad, the things we now miss that we never thought we would.

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much Leigha. I sometimes wish we had the wisdom of our later years when we were younger, only to remember to ask the questions we have always wished to ask when we had the opportunity and to remember the things we now find cherished memories.

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      1. leigha66 says:

        You’re welcome. Very true!

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  3. So beautiful, such a vision! x

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    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much!

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