Jacaranda Tree

poem by: Samantha Johnson
Written on May 12, 2015

Suburban madness choking my soul
Another traffic jam and road rage takes hold
Sitting in my tin can waiting for green
Through the blustering city I hear a cricket
My memory rips me back to my childhood years
To my grandmothers garden filled with life and smell
It a time I often forget entwined in this adult hell
Truly important this memory must be 
To take me all the way back to my Jacaranda Tree

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Christopher Russon commented on Jan 05, 2019 at 8:33pm

Nicely penned indeed.

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poem by: Samantha Johnson
Written on May 12, 2015

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