Blanchard Drive

Nostalgic
feelings about this memorable ground.

Neighbor’s
voices were a welcome sound.

Our
family lived there for thirty years.

A
place of laughter and a few tears.

Up
and down the street I would roam.

Always
knowing my way back home.

Christmas
lights were a wonderful sight.

Trick-or-treaters
strolling on Halloween night.

Work
week bustle just before dawn.

Saturday
afternoons of mowing the lawn.

Ligustrums
blooming in the spring.

Kids
riding bicycles, skateboards, or the latest thing.

Late
night coffee; an afternoon beer.

Feeling
at home every day of the year.