It has been awhile since catnip participated in Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday. When I read the topic for today’s writing, The Street I Grew Up On, I could not let it pass by without a walk down memory lane. As thoughts shifted back and forth in memory, several images passed through my mind. In the poem below I do hope I have captured the essence and sadness of East Fourth Street.
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East Fourth Street
(Donalsonville, GA)

Similar street in Donaldsonville, LA
(Interesting coincidence in town name)
A narrow street
First began as dirt
Straight as an arrow
Always on alert
Watchful as children
Walked to and fro
Kicking up dust
Without shadow
Bumpy along sides
Longing for rain
Rutted and worn
A rough domain
Through the years
Change remade
What once was dirt
Now was paved
Where once I walked
Now a bike trod
Over gravel and stone
It plod and plod
A quick turn
Slid across stone
Cuts and bruises
No broken bone
Gravel and rock
Did meet its fate
Covering of asphalt
Brought it up-to-date
Lined with oaks
Massive on scene
Intense in beauty
Regal of queen
Forces of nature
Hurling all around
With mighty fury
Ripped the ground
A narrow street
Barren along each side
Bears only ghosts
Where mighty oaks once thrived

©2012
catnipoflife
“Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love,
the things you are, the things you never want to lose.”
~From the television show The Wonder Years