TREMONT AVENUE

  As a young boy I lived in a town, on a street,


  Amesbury, Massachusetts, Tremont avenue.


 Two story house built in eighteen ninety five,


 Over one hundred and twenty five years old.


 Beautiful trees, I recall woods down the street,


 Friends whom can't be found, a long time ago.


 Stormy nights, a full moon, seasons of snow,


 A tire swing, a snowman falling to the ground.


 Family, parents, a bag of colored blocks were mine,


 Nineteen sixty six is a year I do recall, grapes 
 On a vine.

 Christmas trees and snow falling down, Christmas Eve,


 Batman and the Munster's, coloring books and cartoons,


 I remember Tremont avenue, Mom, dad, and you.

                     Keith Garrett