Terry Riley Poet Rhyme

Escape

My father drove a tractor
when I was a child
He raised black and tan coon hounds
And hunted the wild

When father wasn't looking
I'd go into their pen
crawl up inside the doghouse
So small and dark within

In explaining my notion
Felt safe starring out the door
World outside so far away
Like being in the womb once more

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Sue Mason August 6, 2009 at 8:31 AM Wonderful write here, Terry!! Amazing how those childhood memories gain new perspective that we weren't always able to express at the time but now empower our poetry! Glad you've come to the Soup ... smile

Carol Sunshine Brown July 30, 2009 at 12:14 PM Thank you for posting and sharing your poetry so that we may all enjoy reading it andr emembering the olden days. Love, Carol

Sara Kendrick July 29, 2009 at 4:32 PM That is very interesting. My children would always enjoy playing in the boxes that their toys would come in. My husband made a new dog house and that is where the children wanted to play for a day or two. Thanks for reminding me of something that happened so long ago. Sara