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Memories of Long Ago
by Felix LeRoy Perry → (All Poetry by Felix LeRoy Perry)
Rated "G" by the Author.

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Another joint collaboration of Linda Hill and Felix Perry.
*The Guys Remember... Cars candy-apple red with side pipes Fuzzy dice hanging down Gas at twenty cents a gallon And a free gift with a fill-up in town Leather jackets, collars turned up Coffin boots lined in quilted red A smoke hanging from your lip Another between your ear and head Hair slicked back with Brylcream Scents of Old Spice on your face Drinking Cokes from green glass bottles Memories so hard to replace Begging for a chicks attention While pretending not to care Rebel songs and wallet chains Practicing Clint�s cold eyed stare Leather jackets, collars turned up Coffin boots lined in quilted red A smoke hanging from your lip Another between your ear and head Hair slicked back with Brylcream Scents of Old Spice on your face Drinking Cokes from green glass bottles Memories so hard to replace Begging for a chicks attention While pretending not to care Rebel songs and wallet chains Practicing Clint�s cold eyed stare The Gals Remember�* Bobbi socks pulled up to your knees Those black and white shoes we HAD to wear When I could buy a cola for only six cents Life was grand and we didn�t care Adding peanuts was the grandest thing Sitting on a blanket at the drive in show Eight kids sharing drinks and popcorn too The main attraction and a hotdog to go Pretending to be mad and phony crying When that cute boy pulled your pigtails Walking barefoot in the heat of summer Laying pennies to flattened on steel train rails Dusk would be falling and mama called us in That was the sweetest sound on Earth to hear Cause supper on the table from Mama's own hands Was always enough for eight hungry kids to share Swinging on and old swing in our backyard While Mama washed clothes tubs of galvanized tin Running through the woods and climbing trees Trying to keep up with my brothers and kin How fast the years go by and remembering is bittersweet Listening to Hank Williams and Elvis in my heart still dear Bobbi socks pulled up to your knees Those black and white shoes you HAD to wear

Reviewed by Linda Hill

Reviewed on November 27, 2004

Thank you for allowing me to be a part of this poem..
It took me back to my childhood and brought back memories
of a simplier time in my life.

~Linda

Reviewed by karen beecher (Reader)

I am not the right age to remember any of the things you do, but we still put peanuts in our cokes some. Knee socks, slicked back hair are only seen in movies so know what you are talking about. It must have been fun to be a teen in the times you were. Today it is drugs and hard rock, so much different. Enjoyed reading what it was like for you. Karen

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Reviewed on November 26, 2004

Beautiful memories and a beautiful collaboration. I remember all those times. There was an innocence about America that we will never again know. I am glad to have lived then, thanks for the jar to my memory.
Take care,
Sherry