I Scream At the Bear

My family did not visit New York City
but instead played in the Catskills.


I SCREAM AT THE BEAR

I scream, at the bear
signage, for ice cream.
The tea cups are flying -
fun in the dying,
with laughter and cones.
The zoo in the Catskills
skilled with school
children, the haven -
a private sanctuary
in thar hills.
Fun for the whole family,
broken down,
sold for its bones,
auctioned and spread.
Today, you can stay
in the giraffe mansion
and hike the original
miles or explore
many, many more.
The Catskills,
once upon a time,
booming - now
its a ghost town
with baby boomer
memories.

3/24/2022
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Buhagiar Avatar
March 28, 2022 at 1:39 AM
Pity you have lost such a memory. I'm sorry for not reading you before because I had some eye problem. Hugs.
Rodrigues Avatar
March 28, 2022 at 9:08 AM
Oh no! So sorry to hear that! Always glad to hear from you.
Romios Avatar
March 26, 2022 at 9:34 PM
Hi Kim, never been there! The past, in any location , seems more beautiful to me. That’s just how it is for me. A great write. Thanks for being a reader and true friend For so long. And accepting me for who I am...me! The true Mark of a Christian. Pamgie
Rodrigues Avatar
March 28, 2022 at 9:11 AM
Absolutely! Blessings to you!
Brown Avatar
March 26, 2022 at 6:12 PM
Interesting write Kim, it's sad to see the zoo in the Catskills being lost to history I enjoyed the imaginary. Excellent write. Blessings ~ Debra
Rodrigues Avatar
March 26, 2022 at 7:21 PM
A walk through the past for me. :)
DiMino Avatar
March 26, 2022 at 8:15 AM
Excellent write; lots of imagery. In the 60's, I often took a bus ride from NYC to Syracuse -- still in my memory are the Catskills, especially during the colorful Fall, always thinking, nothing more beautiful.
Rodrigues Avatar
March 26, 2022 at 7:29 PM
Also I remember seeing Jerry Lewis name on the marquee at The Brown’s Hotel.
Rodrigues Avatar
March 26, 2022 at 7:26 PM
In the 60’s and 70’s headed from the Hudson Valley to Buffalo to visit lots of family. Always crossed the Catskills. April of ‘75 was indeed interesting as we headed for a wedding and hit a huge snowstorm. My mom was due with my baby sister in May. Trucks were turned over and we made it just before the the thruway closed down.
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace