Westbrooke Avenue Poem by DM W

Westbrooke Avenue was the hallowed place
Where I grew up. It was a wild sunburst
Of constant play and bold adventures.
It was long, drowsy summer hours spent
Kicking a ball; climbing trees and painting.
I was free as the wind; light as angels.
It was cotton wool clouds; rainbow dreaming.
It was deep blue days; lasting forever.
It was the scent of violets; Spring's perfume, .
It was rows of houses from fairy tales;
Where the small gardens always seemed so green;
A symbol of childhood's warm, assuring eyes.