Pat Adams Poet Rhyme

Where We Played

My mother raised my brother and I
By herself, she raised two rowdy boys
She taught us to say please and thank you
And to always take care of our toys

But we had a little Frankenstein man
In the backyard dirt we'd play around
We put him under some piled up bricks
Then made all the bricks come crashing down

When the bricks came down on Frankenstein
We found him with no head, what a shock!
We were sad for a minute or two
Then after that we just used a rock!

We weren't real picky what we played with
We didn't think about where we would play
Even without fancy, popular toys
Imagination can go a long way

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Cheryl Hoffman October 28, 2017 at 7:18 PM I can just imagine the whole scene Pat; a great nostalgic fun write down memory lane with your brother! Those were the good old days when imagination did go a long way; very true last line btw!~Che :) Pat Adams October 29, 2017 at 9:15 AM Thanks Cheryl. That was a long time ago. As a matter of fact our phone was rotary. The # was AM 75134 and the AM was pronounced Amherst! (I have no idea why).........80).....Pat

Sunlite Wanter October 28, 2017 at 6:47 PM I raised two little mischievous boys! (and a girl). There is no limit to their imagination or the trouble they find to get into! Love it. Pat Adams October 29, 2017 at 9:08 AM Thank you so much. Glad you liked it. Yes, I can only imagine it from my mothers point of view. Doing that I'm amazed I'm still alive, to tell the truth!!.............80)

Jan Allison October 28, 2017 at 6:19 PM Loved your nostalgic write Pat and the pic made me smile and we have a picture of me on one of those rocking kids toys... but it was about 27 years ago and hubby and I were on a date lol... i guess I've still got a lot of growing up to do!!! Think our childhood days were a lot healthier than many of the youngsters today who seem to interact via a computer console and rarely see the light of day let alone fresh air:-( hugs jan xx Pat Adams October 29, 2017 at 9:04 AM Wow, that's crazy. The rocking horses aren't nearly as fun as they used to be. Anyway, I'm glad you liked the poem. It was true except the headless Frankenstein did affect me on a little deeper level! I know about the computers from both sides actually. When we were young we were always trying to escape....I mean go outside and play!....80)