Bob Quigley Poet Rhyme

Spittin Out the Seeds

Spittin Out The Seeds

Back when I was just a boy, in the summer stores were sellin
Whole ones, halfs and quarters of ice cold watermelon
My mom would sometimes bring one home and cut off some slices
Send us out on the back steps, leave us to our devices

I’d bite into the sweet, cold flesh, juice dripping on my shirt
While capturing the melon seeds, spittin them in the dirt
Spitten out the seeds you see, was really half the fun
To see how far we could make them fly, until the treat was done

Oh, those were the good years, too bad they long have past
Seems like all the simple things never seem to last
The things we liked to do back then are different than today
The ice cold watermelon has long since gone away

But life has object lessons, if attention we will pay
That even the most simple things stay with us yet today
Each time I hear from people who are quick to list my needs
I simply save the good stuff, while spittin out the seeds

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Beatrice Boyle July 21, 2011 at 2:21 PM Absolutely love this one Bob...my brother always won at this game!!! Whenever I see watermelon in the supermarket...visions of hime spitting out the seeds come to mind! Thank you for this one! Bea Bob Quigley July 21, 2011 at 10:00 PM And thank you for your comments Bea

Poet Destroyer A July 20, 2011 at 9:49 PM wow! .. enjoyed your poem,, have yourself a wonderful and blessed day,..p.d. Bob Quigley July 21, 2011 at 9:17 AM Thanks p.d. Appreciate your comments

Nette Onclaud July 20, 2011 at 8:12 AM this one rings a bell, bob.. take in the sweet and blow out the bitter seeds... a beautiful philosophical tone with street-life sense.. :) hugggs, nette Bob Quigley July 20, 2011 at 9:06 AM Thanks nette. I was a fun write