summers of T-ball games and hayfever
gum stuck to your shoe and "cops & robbers"
of lemonade stands and pennies found.
I was luckier then.
We built a tree house that we never finished
it still remains.
The single blue step i painted
faded to a wash.
a sign posted: Do Not Trespass.
Yes. Do not trespass on my memories.
Do not trespass on my dreams.
A time when there WAS time.
and hope for what we would someday be.
The trails we rode are overgrown now
with sticker bushes and barbed wire.
no children laughing
no music playing
just that big sign:
Do Not Trespass.
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