in my backyard
army men
fought their battles
with plastic guns
and melted crayolas
an old aquarium
with a handful of tadpoles
from the ditch
grew legs and hopped away
couldn’t say which
way they went
the sandbox
shared by the cat
how I lived through
the germs that
i played in
i don’t know
the old barn
seemed huge
and dark beyond measure
smelling of old wood and hay
and ancient treasure
the coins a friend
and i buried
in a box we carried
up the hill
someday maybe they’ll
find it and wonder
days lasted forever
the future was far away
time to ponder that later
for a boy in the country
a whole world ago
© Joel Tipple
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Reblogged this on murielmontoya111 and commented:
VERY NICE
Thanks Muriel, and thanks so much for the reblog!
Thanks for words that take us back to childhood and simpler days. Nice.
You’re welcome, Penny. Boy, those days were simpler, weren’t they? Back when world peace was something you hid under your baked potatoes. 😉