*© JPolamzKing asked me to write a poem to accompany this photo by +Lynn Terry for #poetsprompt Here it is:
Whenever I drive through Claremont
And turn from Frobisher Lane
Into our street
My heart leaps
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And skips a beat
I am coming home
There’s the tree
I used to sit in
To watch the comings and goings
At our neighbours, the Browns
Particularly young girls
Visiting Nat
Their son
Captain of the rugby team
With the looks to match
And the long low
Reassuring silhouette
Of our house
With its perfectly
Manicured lawn
Nummber 64
Delancey Street
© Text Caro Ness 2016
© Image +Lynn Terry
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