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A Simpler Time
1961 ~ 1968
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As sheriff chasin’ on the run
I shot at outlaw and injun
with my colt Pony Boy cap gun
my badge pinned to my chest.
When a neighbour I’d hear and see
climbin’ up a silk cotton tree
bawlin’ “jack spanias bitin’ me!”
swarmin’ around the nest
He ran into my fender guard
as the wheels spun a loud spoke card
ridin’ my bike in Nanan’s yard
and soon his knee did gape.
So I pullin’ its string in flight
flew instead my prized Batman kite
and watched it fly at a great height
in my Bat mask and cape
In floodin’ storm canals we’d lay
racin’ popsicle sticks all day
then crawl under the house to play
where we’d forbidden sneak.
Or leapin’ in a mighty bound
but not makin’ a ghostly sound
hidden somewhere I can’t be found
playin’ hide and go seek
On the battlefield that I led
my toy soldiers killed Nazis dead
along with every Jap and Red
till tender age of eight.
Silks and riders I’ll not forget
when my brother and I would bet
on our hand-wound horse racin’ set
windin’ up the home straight
The girls all arms and legs pumpin’
played hopscotch and skip rope jumpin’
as the boys were crazy bumpin’
crashin’ my pedal car.
But we kids did roam and skylark
till in the far distance we’d hark
Monica callin’ in the dark
“come, wherever you are!”
I cheered as a wicket would fall
heroes over The Oval wall
like Carew, Sobers, Lloyd, and Hall
from grandad’s house upstairs.
But my greatest heroes bar none
whom I love and whom I champion
gave me dear life and called me son
all through their livin’ years
Written: May 1996
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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