Typewriter

"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" Nine small words have leaped right through the decades. Jumping through my brain Thumping through my memory like a drum that still complains. Dedicating dancing sounds on keyboards of old Remingtons and Underwoods, that understood young fingers tapping, zigging- zagging rhythms beating , small bells ringing to and fro, a carriage swinging to orchestrated yesterdays While papers flew, and fingers numbed with sly old fox tricks, lazy dogs, mixed with mindless sounds of drumming bits of gibberish verses, hands rehearsing the fox, a hound, a cadance clicking tick-tick-tocking back to classrooms clocking words now locked in time Sitting straight, with neck erect a sticky "J" key...a whiz kid sat next chair over, such a brat, she'd try to race me, set the pace that I could never match, no trace of satisfaction on her face, and I would lose my concentration my head would wander into clouds where foxes should be chased by hounds instead I type the same old rounds of foxes jumping over dogs, that clogged my mind with silly sounds which hummed inside my inner child Old clacking sounds, are still around they pound today, inside my head and still I ponder all the while how that old fox could leap a dog unless that dog was dead! .............................................................. Inspired by Craig's Contest: Typewriter 4/20/13