Photo credit: Keith Bloomfield |
This is a poem about my quaint beginnings based on memories and family lore.
Boulder Creek
rocking chair
record player
woodstove
typewriter
garden hose
swing set
sandbox
playhouse
black bears
apple orchard
waterfall
birch trees
ice skates
snowmobile
woodshed
toboggan hill
homemade
make believe
go fish
popcorn
pigtails
onion soup
bunk beds
gumboots
sundeck
clothesline
broken leg
nap time
tricycle
birthday
Radio Flyer
driveway
gooseberries
greenhouse
paper dolls
pencil crayons
barn house
plywood
staircase
childhood
I love this memory of Boulder Creek. Those were wonderful days.
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