I remember <br />A bright red tulip and more <br />Grew in the backyard... and a maple. <br />The maple tree is still there growing <br />Where we slept out some magical, childhood summer nights with friends. <br />The small wooden garden house that was ours <br />And clothesline even somehow how survived forty years or so. <br />A part of us never left that house. <br />About eighty kids played in the old neighborhood <br />Of woods and books. <br />The red tulip is a flame <br />Held to my memory!<br /><br />Gayle Sweeney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-red-tulip/
