Sunday, September 18, 2016

Pheasant Lane {Poem}

There are a lot of things Google Maps can't tell you.
It can't tell you what a place was like
or who lived there before,
 what it smells like,
or what it feels like to stand on that ground
it simply shows you the place
no more
no less

I can tell you my experience and you can sit and imagine what I smelled, felt, and saw
but you'll never understand completely.
even if you do get around to visiting the place I am going to describe
 it will never be the same for you as it was for me.

My childhood was so much greater because I grew up on Pheasant Lane
or was Pheasant Lane so much better because I lived my childhood there?

Pheasant Lane was a long road that you'd turn right on from Augusta Lane.
The road would curve left then distinctly turn right.
Sunlight started to shade as the inside of the car as drove farther into the road
 and numerous trees started to surround you as got closer to house 17870.

Reaching house 17870 was the best feeling.
As you turned into the house you started to relax
as the trees stood over you and the cabin like house came into view
you would suddenly felt at home.
A house became home.

Sunsets washed away every night letting the darkness fill the sky.
Owls warned and crickets laughed while the raccoons sneakily walked through the creek.
The squirrels peaked into the house before getting off to bed.

A little girl with brown hair got into her PJ's as her brown eyes got heavy.
She brushed, said goodnight, and walked to her bed.
The little girl laid under warm blankets listening to the rain hit the metal roof,
she thought of marbles falling on the floor, fell asleep, and dreamt of a new day.

Sunlight crept back into the house and morning hit.
The little girl got up and eagerly got up to  watch Sesame Street.
She said hello to big bird and said goodbye to Elmo.

She got dressed and ran barefoot into the woods.
The girl joined the world that Lucy was a part of.
she played with fairies and imagined everything.
No one else could see the kind of forest she saw.

The only thing that you could see was how beautiful the creek she played in was.
Cool water flowed from one end to another,
water bugs skied back and forth in harmony,
and if you looked closely you could tell the creek was as fortunate as the girl playing in it.

She danced in the water,
fished clay like mud from the bottom,
adventured like no one was watching,
screamed at the snakes,
but tried to find frogs to kiss,
and sat on the bridge with a bamboo pole and string attached.
The brown haired girl loved the creek.

Taylor was Vanessa's best friend.
Together they grew up playing in the creek,
making mud pies,
swinging on a yellow tree swing,
and playing with their American girl dolls.
Together they made the best memories.

Most of the best memories I have still remain un-touched at Pheasant Lane.

Wrapped and embraced in the depth of the woods
and tangled in the trees.
Kissing the crisp creek water.

The ground stained with memories
The air haunted with the past.
The stories bleeding from the trees.

Google Maps will never be able to tell you what I can.
never.

20 comments:

  1. I HAVE THE CHILLSSSSSS you are so talented <33 i can imagine all the images in my head of the creek and the house and the way the "sunsets washed away every night letting the darkness fill the sky." Beautiful x)

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    1. THANK YOU! *passes blanket* Always happy when people love my writing. Still learning to get better!

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  2. This is BEAUTIFUL!!!! You are making me so nostalgic! Although I grew up in a suburban neighborhood, I relate to this so much. When you're a child, the world held a certain magic to it, and those childhood places still glimmer a little bit.

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    1. Glad you like it! I like the word nostalgic! It really is true that things are just different when you are a child.

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  3. THIS IS LOVELY, AND IT GIVES ME THE FEELS!!!!
    YOUR AMAZING AND SO IS YOUR WRITING!!!<3<3<3

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    1. YOU ARE THE BEST FOR LEAVING THESE WORDS ON MY BLOG!!!

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  4. Yes, google will never know everything, much as it tries. Your memories are so picturesque, and I don't now..soothing to read. Basically, keep writing, and thanks for sharing! :)

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    1. All the love in this one comment! *hugs* THANKS!

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  5. This is so stunningly beautiful. "The girl joined the world that Lucy was a part of." I teared up at this line, because it connects so perfectly with what my childhood was. I have a wood like the one described too. Now that I'm bigger I realize how small it is, but when I was little and still now, I saw and see so much magic and I hoped and dreamed and believed. Now I have a lot of emotions to deal with because even though this WHOLE poem was absolutely astounding and one of the best things I've ever read, that one line was what really got to me and everything hurts a little but in a good way.

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    1. Thank you. This comment made my heart melt, just the fact that someone can relate to all the things I am feeling is so powerful. A new writer should know how well the feelings are being conveyed.

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  6. Wow. What a beautiful portrait of a childhood well-lived in a well-loved place. Sometimes I wish I were as enthralled with the world and nature now as I was when I was a child.

    Ella ~ Simply Scribbles

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    1. Come hope into my time machine and we'll go from there! (;

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  7. Vanessa this is amazing!!!! You should consider writing poetry more often. ;)
    Xoxo

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    1. Thank you! I think I will be doing it more often. I really want to take a class for it.

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  8. This is so beautiful oh my goodness, Vanessa. I love it. I feel so nostalgic for childhood right now. <3

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    1. Thank you! That's me about every damn day.

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