Billy
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Meter - Mainly Dactylic Tetrameter, but with some variation to give a "Free Verse" feel.
Rhyme - A mixed, transitional rhyme that crosses over from stanza to stanza to give it a "Free Verse" feel.
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Gene.
On a street long ago
with a sidewalk and curb,
Back when houses seemed huge,
In a child's wide-eyed way.
On a screen porch, played quietly,
As not to disturb.
For my mother was having
A headache that day.
All the front yards were deep,
Nestled back from the street.
With a walkway of concrete
And large, shady trees.
Every morning, I waited
to yell, then retreat,
When the giant man walked by,
never noticing me.
All I knew was the little
They let children know,
That he lived with his mother,
On the far side of town.
He was big and slumped over
And walked very slow.
Not a person remembered
Him utter a word.
As he passed by our walkway,
I readied my shout,
Then remembered, "Play quietly",
Mom's head hurt today.
I recall as he stopped,
Slowly turning about,
Then he started his blunderous
Footsteps my way.
I was puzzled and frozen,
A chill up my spine.
When he reached our front steps,
I could hear mother say,
"Hello Billy", then ask
if his mom was okay,
As she latched the screen door,
Nudging me back away.
Mother always recounted
What happened that day.
And she spoke of the good heart
That lay deep within.
It was only that once
I missed shouting his way.
Billy worried, not hearing
His four year old friend.
Gene Bourne
08-17-14
Copyright © Gene Bourne | Year Posted 2014
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