A Red Tulip
A bright red tulip and more
Grew in the backyard... and a maple.
The maple tree is still there growing
Where we slept out some magical, childhood summer nights with friends.
The small wooden garden house that was ours
And clothesline even somehow how survived forty years or so.
A part of us never left that house.
About eighty kids played in the old neighborhood
Of woods and books.
The red tulip is a flame
Held to my memory!
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