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  Here's a poem published in the 2006 Tickled by Thunder Poetry contest, where I was delighted to learn that my poem took second place. Simply titled: On the Seashore   the window pane frames waves washing the sand if she tilts her head       just right the tattered flag at the lighthouse flutters                            in the next square   far-away sailboats are toys                          in the top square   but she must go out              let the wind run its fingers through her hair   gathering her long skirt     in slender hands she runs           ...

This weekend we say good-bye to our childhood home as we help Mom move into her new place in town. Today is unpacking day and she's excited about her new apartment. Still we need to take a little time to remember what our home meant to us. This is but one of them. When I have one more look at the house to say good-bye, I also have to look at the space, though it be empty, where we played in the attic of our farm home. I'll picture it as it was in those days. No photos today. I'll let you imagine it. Attic Playhouse Under the roof is a playhouse     with its familiar odour of heat and yesterday         leather skates lean against each other                                  like fallen dominoes            ...