Years ago at home sick with a cough,
My Mother made chicken soup for me.
After lunch she would turn the radio off,
And let me watch TV.
I recall one of my favorite shows,
About a small boy named: The Beaver.
I curious name I suppose,
Their parents Ward and June Cleaver.
He had an older brother named Wally,
Who always knew the truth.
The show presented 50’s life, ‘By Golly,’
Which seemed just like my own youth.
Beaver would always get in a mess,
Or some crazy predicament.
Wally would then make him confess,
To their father in embarrassment.
In many ways I could relate,
As I have an older brother too.
Because when I made a mistake,
My brother always knew what to do.
I sometimes would break a light,
Or damage one of my dad’s tools.
My brother would say it’s alright,
And seemed to know all the rules.
When “Leave it to Beaver” is done,
I always revisit my childhood.
Such a special age, had so much fun,
And the true value of brotherhood.
By: Greg Stanley
On the show, “Leave it to Beaver”
For Michael’s “Old TV Show” contest