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Nostalgia
by Ed Matlack → (All Poetry by Ed Matlack)
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Nostalgia, the ticket to happiness...

Nostalgia… Batman Superman Spiderman The Green Hornet… Skinny-dipping Sledding Sliding Rolling down sand dunes… Ocean swimming Laying in hot sand Frizbee on the beach Climbing the lifeguard stand… Hugs from mom Money from dad Milkshakes on the boardwalk Pogo dogs on a stick Hiding under the boardwalk From my dog I get a lick… Riding the bumper cars The ferris wheel The boats with bells Cars with horns Riding on the train Surrounding the amusement park I cannot refrain… Hours spent in a bathing suit No shoes, no socks, only bare feet No shirts, no hats, sun does beat Dark tans, right down to our butt lines Mom showing off how white you are down there Embarrassing it may be, but you love it just the same… Aunts & uncles, cousins too Visiting at the shore Every summer, nothing new Meeting new people everyday New kids that only want to play Can you teach me to ride the wave in that way? So many memories, such nostalgia does come forth, The big weekend bringing it on, yes July fourth, Memories of childhood, so strong I can see it, Fun we had then, little did we know of future events, We can still have fun, play on the beach like kids, We must but allow ourselves, Inside we are always just kids looking for fun in the sun... © ed – 7/1/04

Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)

Reviewed on July 2, 2004

I love when you recapture the positives from your youth, Eddie M.. and to have grown up by the sea... sigh.. BUT.. I'm surrounded by lakes and I was out on the pontoon boat, so water is me and I'm water, like you. Your title is perfect... your memories are the stuff of breathless rememberings. This one will linger for me... lovely. katy xox.

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on July 1, 2004

Those where the days....pst don't tell EdK...wanna tell you how we played "Chicken" we had alot of them on the farm when we were little...and we always tried to jump on some chicks and won the moment you have one Splat...gross but true...you would just see yellow pooh splashed...I did not want to do it at first....but my brothers told me they would kill me if I did not go along with their game or split on them...so I had to...and it was fun after the first SPLAT...until my dad almost cracked our skulls

Love Tinky

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Ed can only come out at night, or he turns to ashes, but keep this just between us.

Yup fun fun fun in the sun sun sun....

Reviewed by Pier Tyler

Oo,Oo, I remember, well, except for the tan lines, no explanation needed(smile) and sledding because Houston is not a snow city. We got Galveston beach though. Thank E.M.

Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)

Got the popcorn?

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Inside we are always just kids looking for fun in the sun...

That's me motto, mate! Oops, sorry, Ed, that darn Andy riles me up so much I'm starting to talk like Mr. Piddles. What I meant to say was, That's my motto, too, Pal!!

Hope you never lose yours, and I am going to try like heck to never lose mine.

Another great poem! But if you keep these up, I will go skinny dipping, and I'll probably get arrested, and that meanie Rebecca probably won't bail me out - again!