Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Bio

In a Childhood Zone

I grew up as a child
near a freeway construction zone
Took many an afternoon naps
lullabied by the sound of machinery drone
And to this very day
when I hear the sounds of construction going on,
my eyes get heavy
and my ears take flight into the childhood zone
It’s the peaceful sounds of machines
playing the freeway song
Hypnotic sounds of machines droning on and on:
Jackhammers ... pounding drums staccato style
Drills ... metallic violins heard for miles
Bulldozers ... cymbals crashing ground piles
Dump trucks ... horns blasting engine shouts
Sweet transformative sounds,
slinging me across the vale of time 
Young freeway dreams
taking me faraway to a future yet unseen

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Eve Roper October 19, 2017 at 2:17 PM This is an awesome poem for a bio, Freddie, those little things of pleasure to us. It is smells that send me to thoughts of the past and they are so memorable .. Hugs Eve ~`*

Charlie Smith October 18, 2017 at 11:36 AM I remember my first visit to NYC. It took me two nights to get used to the city noise, after that it lulled me to sleep every night. When I left it took about two nights to get used to the silence. Great write my friend...

Alexis Y. October 18, 2017 at 10:58 AM Hi Freddie, I enjoyed your poem about your childhood. Thanks for allowing me to visit your "childhood zone" :-)