Playing with toy soldiers in the sand,
Saluting with probably the wrong hand,
Chasing waves on a long board in the surf,
Riding waves as a body surfer well planned,
The *shoobee’s thinking we did so quite grand…
Meeting new friends from all over the states,
Impromptu contests in the ocean for rates,
Knowing all the great hiding places on the island,
Going to Ms. Schmidts for penny candy & baits…
Hurricane Sam could cut your hair really fast,
Out into the ocean in winter our rods were cast,
Playing kickball at school in seventh & eighth,
Going to high school some twelve miles distant,
Driving my boat to school, docking at the yacht club…
So many friends come and gone,
Can’t recall most of their names,
Some were bullies, now they got cancer,
Karma can play mean tricks,
Pay back for childhood games…
© ed J 4/26/08
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Ron
Blessings and love,
Susan
peace ole man - peace ...
And If i don't remember wrong, it wasn't Hurricane Sam that ex-marine that went to be a barber after he busted his knees?
Ah yes! that were the days, the old good days.(don't tell Mom that)
Ed The Elder
~~ Micke
Peace,
Dan
I'm glad you read my poem and I found yours! I like this and look forward to reading more. It sounds like you had a fun, unique childhood. Well done and I agree with the part about karma...
A new fan,
Terry
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
We must be brothers, brother. The tiny penny candy store from my wonderful childhood days was owned by a very kind old gentleman, named Mr. Schmidt. I wonder if they were related, too. He even gave me credit once in awhile, when I had no pennies in my pocket.
Those definitely were - the good old days.