Treasure Island

Gayle Sweeney

(May 1955 / Massachusetts USA)

At Margaret's House


The big old white house on the top of the small hill
By a woodland
Was filled with lots of children.
On some summer days laughing and splashing in the pool
Was the thing to do
For Margaret and her friends in the sun.
She was one of the young girls who lived there
And I was a friend.


Would you believe a special table for us
Was set up, too, outdoors in the fresh air!
On it were boxes of ice cream flavors to choose,
Soda water, brightly colored red syrup and more
And rich cream - everything to make as many
Ice cream sodas as we wanted as if in a dream
Without a care in the world.
We played in the round blue pool
In the afternoon
And had ice cream sodas on a
Summer's day to stay cool.
At times other days inside on the record player
We listened to 'Rubber Soul'.
I was maybe twelve years old.
Margaret moved to another town
A few years later
And the house was long ago torn down.
Whenever I drive by that place
There is something about it
In the sun
Something time has not erased -
A memory of fun.

Submitted: Saturday, December 11, 2010
Edited: Friday, January 27, 2012

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  • Constance K Yost (8/28/2012 4:36:00 PM)

    I still enjoy this poem as much as the first time I read it! There's just something about it that tugs at me....Constance (Report) Reply

  • Lynn Glover (3/13/2011 5:50:00 PM)

    A great poem, Gayle and so sorry I can't turn back the clock for us both. What times to remember. A pleasure reading your work, Gayle, Thanks for allowing us to join in your past. Your friend Lynn (Report) Reply

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