Harrison's Five and Dime
Harrison's Five and Dime, those wooden floors
you had were so grand and creaky.
Going up and down your small isles
passing my time while checking out
your shelves of fine goods.
Coming to the toy soldiers,
cowboys and indians which ones
should I buy today, or maybe all
of them. Spying the model cars
and planes was a favorite of mine.
Loved those jet planes,
would play with them for hours.
You really weren't a Five and Dime
there were a lot of things in here
way over a dime. We always just called
you a dime store. Ben Franklin five and
dime was your competitor, but I did most
of my business with yor. Sometimes I bought
me a comic or two or just some baseball
cards, loved the smell the gum left on the cards
that was still there many years later.
Your store was a little kid's dream world
after my mom gave me my money for
my chores that I had done all week,
i would go up there and spend hours
until I found something I wanted.
You're no longer there anymore
like a lot of things are not here anymore,
memories are still here and i will hold
them in my heart until day I die.
Written 8-15-11
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011
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