Homework WE 24-8-15 - The Street Where I Grew Up
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Homework WE 24-8-15 - The Street Where I Grew Up
The Street Where I Grew Up
(c) Shelley Hansen 2015
I see it through nostalgia's eyes - the street where I grew up.
Like many country towns, its girth was wide -
the only avenue of stately jacaranda trees
with timber houses queueing side by side.
My parents stood and chatted with the folk who lived next door,
the seeds of friendship sown "across the fence".
Mum served a daily diet that was rich in homemade fare
and liberally spiced with common sense.
We kids played backyard cricket, ran our go-carts down the hill -
our Saturdays were filled with joyous play.
The only time we went "online" was pegging out the clothes
while giving Mum a hand on washing day!
Once more I walk along this street to capture if I can
the majesty of yesterday's sweet song.
My mind's eye builds a landscape I expect to be the same
when suddenly I notice something's wrong.
The trees are gone - replaced with fences over six feet high,
no sound of children's laughter fills the air.
I long for cheery greetings, but each door is bolted tight
and no one even knows that I am there.
The sun has risen twenty thousand times since I was here
and fifty years have washed away my youth.
I feel bereft and sad - so much has changed, not least myself -
until I realise a simple truth ...
Though time may take us far away from places in the heart,
though years may yield their share of storms and strife,
we're never really destitute while memories of gold
weave thread-like through the tapestry of life.
(c) Shelley Hansen 2015
I see it through nostalgia's eyes - the street where I grew up.
Like many country towns, its girth was wide -
the only avenue of stately jacaranda trees
with timber houses queueing side by side.
My parents stood and chatted with the folk who lived next door,
the seeds of friendship sown "across the fence".
Mum served a daily diet that was rich in homemade fare
and liberally spiced with common sense.
We kids played backyard cricket, ran our go-carts down the hill -
our Saturdays were filled with joyous play.
The only time we went "online" was pegging out the clothes
while giving Mum a hand on washing day!
Once more I walk along this street to capture if I can
the majesty of yesterday's sweet song.
My mind's eye builds a landscape I expect to be the same
when suddenly I notice something's wrong.
The trees are gone - replaced with fences over six feet high,
no sound of children's laughter fills the air.
I long for cheery greetings, but each door is bolted tight
and no one even knows that I am there.
The sun has risen twenty thousand times since I was here
and fifty years have washed away my youth.
I feel bereft and sad - so much has changed, not least myself -
until I realise a simple truth ...
Though time may take us far away from places in the heart,
though years may yield their share of storms and strife,
we're never really destitute while memories of gold
weave thread-like through the tapestry of life.
Shelley Hansen
Lady of Lines
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"Look fer yer profits in the 'earts o' friends,
fer 'atin' never paid no dividends."
(CJ Dennis "The Mooch o' Life")
Lady of Lines
http://www.shelleyhansen.com
"Look fer yer profits in the 'earts o' friends,
fer 'atin' never paid no dividends."
(CJ Dennis "The Mooch o' Life")
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Re: Homework WE 24-8-15 - The Street Where I Grew Up
Oh my - this is wonderful Shelley. That last verse says it all and this line is a pearler
You have made great use of the prompts and I loved taking this walk back in time. Well done.The only time we went "online" was pegging out the clothes
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I may not always succeed in making a difference, but I will go to my grave knowing I at least tried.
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Re: Homework WE 24-8-15 - The Street Where I Grew Up
Thank you so much Maureen - I really appreciate your commendation.
I liked these prompts - they were very evocative ... thanks Bob!
Cheers, Shelley
I liked these prompts - they were very evocative ... thanks Bob!
Cheers, Shelley
Shelley Hansen
Lady of Lines
http://www.shelleyhansen.com
"Look fer yer profits in the 'earts o' friends,
fer 'atin' never paid no dividends."
(CJ Dennis "The Mooch o' Life")
Lady of Lines
http://www.shelleyhansen.com
"Look fer yer profits in the 'earts o' friends,
fer 'atin' never paid no dividends."
(CJ Dennis "The Mooch o' Life")
Re: Homework WE 24-8-15 - The Street Where I Grew Up
Wow! I really like that Shelley...so evocative.
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Re: Homework WE 24-8-15 - The Street Where I Grew Up
Fantastic Shelley! It gave me goose bumps, which is always a good sign for me! This is very true and you have written it so beautifully to describe all the thoughts and feelings such nostalgia evokes, to end on that lovely simple and positive truth about memories being gold. Love it!
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Re: Homework WE 24-8-15 - The Street Where I Grew Up
Thanks so much Trish and Catherine! Your positive comments are a real encouragement. Based on the good feedback I've had, I might take the time to expand this poem into a longer version - we'll see what the brain can dig up!
Cheers, Shelley
Cheers, Shelley
Shelley Hansen
Lady of Lines
http://www.shelleyhansen.com
"Look fer yer profits in the 'earts o' friends,
fer 'atin' never paid no dividends."
(CJ Dennis "The Mooch o' Life")
Lady of Lines
http://www.shelleyhansen.com
"Look fer yer profits in the 'earts o' friends,
fer 'atin' never paid no dividends."
(CJ Dennis "The Mooch o' Life")
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Re: Homework WE 24-8-15 - The Street Where I Grew Up
Wonderful piece of writing Shelley. I really enjoyed the read. Some poems I read twice. The first time to get the feel, the second time to appreciate. Read yours three times.
Wazza
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Re: Homework WE 24-8-15 - The Street Where I Grew Up
Wow! Thanks so much Wazza - that's a great accolade. Really appreciate it.
Cheers, Shelley
Cheers, Shelley
Shelley Hansen
Lady of Lines
http://www.shelleyhansen.com
"Look fer yer profits in the 'earts o' friends,
fer 'atin' never paid no dividends."
(CJ Dennis "The Mooch o' Life")
Lady of Lines
http://www.shelleyhansen.com
"Look fer yer profits in the 'earts o' friends,
fer 'atin' never paid no dividends."
(CJ Dennis "The Mooch o' Life")