Stamford


By Joseph Carl Bazzetta
May 25, 2012 Bookmark and Share

Looking up at the tree fort,
I still hear the laughter.
Ghost reveries.
Throughout the years of sunshine,
And hot summer nights,
Barking Spiders and,
Out ‘til street lights.
The thread which held it all together,
Now weaves my cherished thoughts.
Though miles and years have passed,
The timeless echoes remain,
Of the street I left behind.