Heiskell revisited

Silver lining gates  
broad  
swing wide open after checking the mailbox  
animal tracks in the dirt's dust  
   
right  
a lush emerald hollow cove    
you could sit staring at stars in the night  
revel in for hours at gods handy work    
if there was one  
they would of made it  
   
trapped  
in the muddy holes being built  
taller than me at age three  
mom had to come pull me out  
   
left    
there's a long winding grey gravel driveway  
circles and loops around black tire swings  
embankments we drove power wheels off    
destroyed  
   
eastern hemlock trees  
American elms  
and black willows  
swallow up eighty seven acres of succulence  
willed from a dead man with a dream of Love  
   
azure Buicks  
scarlet Nomads  
parked by my grandfather  
sat for years under leaves and debris  
   
missing tailgates    
door panels  
waiting to be fixed  
drove to men in Washington  
   
bright red brick  
burns into the back of my mind  
ugly green moss carpet  
off orange slides    
into the 90's home VHS camera  
almost too heavy to hold for a housewife  
   
beautiful as the morning sun    
from the covered solid concrete slab back porch  
i can still taste the orange juice
   
pet cemetery on the sloping hill up behind  
green man stone faces watching over  
as shepherds to the lost but not forgotten  
unfinished creek swimming holes  
promises not kept but for good measure and reason    
   
wooden tree houses my father built  
i'd climb up the ladder  
look out over the yard  
but it was an ocean that day  
and i was a pirate  
   
the blue Chevy truck i crashed into the back of the house  
offsetting the wall in the back bedroom  
the camper top in the yard among brown pine needles  
i ran away under for a day  
   
a field gun range with a wood board blown to bits  
smithereens  
the tall swaying grass sings in the wind  
i swear that place was made from Will-o'-the-wisp's  
   
the chicken coop up in the woods    
with a v-8 motor tossed to the wolves  
8 track tapes sent for the rain  
leaning laying doors off hinges  
like hammocks    
   
Fairview elementary across the street  
we crossed under the bridge  
collecting stones through crisp clear water  
green algae your not afraid to squish with your toes  
barefoot  
delicious green pistachio pudding  
   
my brother buried our beagle alive  
blamed me because i was too young to talk  
i was pardoned when i was 13  
the truth came to light  
   
Harley  
Copper  
strange separation set me on a path  
provoking empty strangers    
   
all grown up now  
they sold the trees  
they sold the cars  
they sold my dreams i never thought of having  
   
what good is it to fight  
maybe next time  
merry go round    
if i spin long enough i won't care whose grass i fall in  
   
   
   
   
   
   
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based of an earlier piece on my childhood home where it all started  
   
https://zaroffpoetry.wordpress.com/2017/07/21/heiskell/  
   
i feel i've come a long way in the past year with my writing but you can be the judge  
   
but for me i've got a piece of my childhood back