Turn slowly off from the paved road <br />Just after you pass the local lumberyard <br /> Keep the motor humming without accelerating. <br />Stay to the center, away from the deep ditches. <br /> <br />Down a gravel road with wheel trails worn smooth <br />Swaying wildflowers are seen near wire and post fences. <br />Metallic mailboxes dot the distance between farmhouses <br />Bountiful fruit trees strategically guard my childhood home. <br /> <br />Waddling ducks cross the path leading to backyard gate, <br />While brown and white spotted mongrels wag their greeting. <br />Mother opens the door, wiping her hands on an apron <br />'Come in, dinner is waiting.' she said with a broad smile<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childhood-home/
