In Those Days (Nep's Art Poem Challenge)
In those days, I ran on rockswithout my shoes, played in the rain,
made mud pies, and ate watermellon
while the juice dripped down my
bare chest.
I wore a necklace of beaded sweat
danced in the street with uncombed hair
rode my bicycle without any hands
chased the bully around the block
until he cried.
In those days, I went on picnics
swam in creeks and caught
tadpoles as they darted between my toes
hoping to become bullfrogs that
croak on the bank.
I played hide and seek in the yard
until way after dark never
afraid or frightened by anything
except the possiblity that a leach would
suck my blood.
In those days I cried when Howdy Doody
went off the air and Clarabelle finally spoke
I laughed at Deputy Dog, Huckleberry Hound
And cheered as Popeye sent Brutus flying while
saving Olive Oyl.
In those days, I was a child.
In those days, my parents were young and vibrant.
In those days, I was without a care.
In those days, life was perfect
in those days.
Kathy Lockhart
11/07/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-11-08 at 03:48
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