Outliving a Plumb Tree

I drove back in time to my childhood home-for a funeral I sniffed around some old stomping grounds... the "monkey trail" was an overgrown path that led to the baseball fields next to the tracks where the trains used to run the first sign of a dying town, is to nick it in the vein the trains had long ago stopped running but i was happy the locomotive had croaked you see that metal monster ate my puppy a long time ago. Just around the block from my childhood home we used to sneak over the neighbors fence pinch a few plumbs, juice running down our virgin mugs.. munching away the summer months... we never once saw the faces of the "plumbers" we stole from the tree is gone now, I wonder are the faceless "plumbers" still around. Anyhow, the funeral went off without a glitch the holy man was short and sweet... I've outlived a puppy killer and an old plumb tree.