Rue St. Louis (St. Louis Street)

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My brother and I were very young when we lived on Rue St. Louis. I was under 5 and he was 7, but some of my clearest childhood memories come from those times. Things only got fuzzier as I got older.

Submitted: February 07, 2019

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Rue St. Louis

 

The fields behind our building

Were wild and windblown bliss

Where we could play for hours

And nothing was amiss

And little yellow buttercups

Our laughing chins would kiss.

 

We’d run down to the train yard

Where heaps of rusted steel

Led our imaginations

To treasures almost real;

We talked of what we’d purchase

And all the joy we’d feel.

 

Often we would walk the tracks

And felt we went for miles

Conjuring up adventures

Of seas and desert isles,

We lost ourselves so freely

In effervescent smiles.

 

Happy were the hours that

We ran so unrestrained

Everything that troubled us

From us those hours drained,

I only wish we could have held

That happiness we gained.


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