play me home September 21, 2011 i remember when the fences that lined my way home tickled the toes of my senses a picket xylophone Rene ~ September 2011 Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Labels inspiration life lit poems poetry writing Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments EcoGrrlSeptember 21, 2011 at 6:25 PMsweet :)ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyBrian MillerSeptember 21, 2011 at 7:35 PMwith a stick in hand...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyVodka MomSeptember 21, 2011 at 9:16 PMand I remember when the daisiesthat lined the walk to the garagesmiled and laughed as I fanned them with my youth. xxReplyDeleteRepliesReplyVodka MomSeptember 21, 2011 at 9:16 PMoh yeah. i'm back.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyIrish GumboSeptember 23, 2011 at 6:32 AMThis makes me want a picket fence, just so I could play it.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyCrystal PistolSeptember 24, 2011 at 2:28 AMVery cute. What a sweet memory. :)ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyMichaelOctober 16, 2011 at 3:10 PMVery darling little piece here. Love the use of xylophone. not sure I have ever read that word in a poem before in fact. Clever girl! :)ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAnn ImigOctober 23, 2011 at 6:06 PMWonderful. I love how your soul speaks on this blog.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAdd commentLoad more... Post a Comment Please drop a penny in a poet's hat :
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sweet :)
ReplyDeletewith a stick in hand...
ReplyDeleteand I remember when the daisies
ReplyDeletethat lined the walk to the garage
smiled and laughed as I
fanned them with my youth.
xx
oh yeah.
ReplyDeletei'm back.
This makes me want a picket fence, just so I could play it.
ReplyDeleteVery cute. What a sweet memory. :)
ReplyDeleteVery darling little piece here. Love the use of xylophone. not sure I have ever read that word in a poem before in fact. Clever girl! :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful. I love how your soul speaks on this blog.
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