just down the road
from my friend, Mary Warner.
At country school, during recess
we played a game called Mudgutter.
We made up the rules
then taught ‘em to one another.
When winter came
the game changed to "Fox & Geese"
played on the softball field,
the only place without trees.
We pilfered water melons
from Palmers farm,
(not the term we used,
but we meant no harm.)
We built us a forte
out back of the orchard,
played Cowboys & Indians,
got captured & tortured.
Homemade “sling shots”
& homemade fishin poles,
an hours walk
to the fishin hole.
We made a swimmin hole
by dammin’ up the creek,
usin rocks & sod
to patch the leaks.
Built a log cabin
back in the woods
with a couple of kids
from the neighborhood.
My brothers and sisters
and cousins and such,
were all country poor
and we didn’t have much.
But we all made do
and when the proper time came,
we joined the real world
and gave up on the games.
Course, that was decades ago,
now I’m aging fast.
It gets more and more difficult
to remember my past.
Those days are long gone,
few memories remain,
but I’m jotting them down
while I’m still sane.
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