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Palm trees like sentries line the streets
Bouganvillea cascading on trellises
Jacaranda with spreading branches
lavender flowers floating on the air
stucco houses everywhere you look
with billboards speaking Spanish
Rose gardens fragrant in every yard in
the place of my childhood home
© May 2011 Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
Hi Renne – what a lovely sounding place to have as a childhood home. I could smell the beautiful fragrances as I read your poem! 😀
Thanks for stopping by at my blog yesterday – I’ve subscribed to yours so that I can read your future posts.
Chloe xx
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Thank you for coming, Chloe. I have added you to my favorite Blog sites so I can come whenever I like.
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Wonderful! I’ll be doing the same shortly xx
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this is beautiful renee. sounds like india sans spanish billboards.
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Trisha, I did not know there were Spanish billboards in India?!? How interesting.
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oh no! i wanted to say it was all indian but the spanish billboards 🙂
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Enjoyed your rendition of “home” it sounds nice, restful, a place where you feel comfortable and relaxed. Perhaps not as you remember it, but never the less “home” can not be discounted as the place for beginnings.
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Oh, I love Jacaranda, as well as this post.
Pamela
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Thank you Pamela. The Jacaranda have such beautiful flowers and they are everywhere here.
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Lots of sense imagery and the discriptions make it easy to see this home place. Love the photo as well,
Elizabeth
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