Yard Sale

As I was looking through boxes, 
I came upon my old ragged fox.
Remembering the memories and how they last.
But those times have past.

Standing there holding tight.
This is going to be a fight.
Letting go of his hand,
is hard for any man.

His mother said,"it is time,
that you mark it for a dime."
With a black pen, he began to scribe,
as a tear came to his eye.


Placing him in a cart,
until the yard sale starts.

Yard sale contest
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Brown Avatar
July 5, 2011 at 5:04 AM
Congratulations on your win Cory in Paula's "Yard Sale" contest. Love, Carol
Horne Avatar
July 3, 2011 at 1:05 PM
I can't believe how many contest results I've missed - many congrats on all your recent wins, Cory : )
The Rogue Rhymer Avatar
July 3, 2011 at 10:51 AM
That is a sweet piece! Nice job Cory!
Taylor Avatar
July 3, 2011 at 10:27 AM
Congrats on your win, Cory. Excellent piece. Nice going. Have a great Fourth. Ralph
Onclaud Avatar
July 3, 2011 at 8:32 AM
more cheers to you cory for you greeat win.. lovely! :) huggs!
Sweetheart Avatar
July 2, 2011 at 7:41 PM
congrats cory on your HM in yard sale contest ..a dynamic piece my friend..sending fireworks from seashore right now to u to celebrate luv..
Mister Roboto Avatar
June 13, 2011 at 8:06 PM
Brings back wicked memories of my "BOOF" mun chi chee Bear. I can't prove it....but I have reason to believe someone in my family sold poor Boof! I am still very distressed over this! Thanks alot for opening up the wounds again! Just teasin. Excellent write. Any poem that brings back memories is a good one to me.
Johnson Avatar
June 11, 2011 at 3:57 PM
Don't let go of that fox mate, great poem, on ya mate, Don
Aul Avatar
June 11, 2011 at 10:28 AM
I need the black pen myself.....Thanks for the comment........George
Guzzi Avatar
June 10, 2011 at 5:38 PM
ut OH, my 34 year old still has NOT let me throw out his blankie or Big Birds! LOL Good one Cory. Light & Love
Kendrick Avatar
June 10, 2011 at 4:47 PM
Reads like a winner to me..Good luck..Enjoyed reading this eve..I am so glad that I selected this one to read this eve..Sometimes it is hard for one to give up a possession no matter what age they are..Your presence at my work is so uplifting..Sara
Devonshire Avatar
June 10, 2011 at 2:40 PM
Aw, I'd have let him keep the old fox, Cory. It seemed to cause him so much pain to part with this memoir. (My mom was sneaky and disposed of my old toys while I was at school.) Never did have a yard sale, but have found some treasures hidden in those held by others. Great entry for the yard sale contest, Cory! Wishing you success. Love, Carolyn
Sweetheart Avatar
June 10, 2011 at 2:34 PM
wow such a grand write for the yard sale contest cory.. good luck my friend.. parting with a treasured item is difficult .. sometimes so necessary to write the next chapter in life.. luv..
Mehta Avatar
June 10, 2011 at 1:56 PM
very moving and poignant memory, cory
Foulk Avatar
June 10, 2011 at 12:46 PM
this was a warm and tender piece you wrote Cory, enjoyed reading it.
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