Reborn, a Christian fallacy
dreams that have haunted me
left handed, what a shame
someone has to bear the blame
a teddy bear that never speaks
guards the child from attic squeaks
goulish figures of a mothers glow
a fallen angel I never did know
applesauce and mustard bread
free cheese, the government said
mice dined, making it swiss
tasty morsels of sweet bliss
the susquehanna, we dove in
reliving Huckleberry Finn
pirates of pennies, poor as hell
rich in imagination, an everflowing well
milk crated wagons, with skate wheels
coats of reds, and hubbed teals
discarded paint, the color of choice
a smooth ride with a rugged voice
raiding gardens, tomato fights
the guilty exposed, under the lights
pasted innocent faces shook with fear
only to plot again the following year
camping trips in mountains so vast
became tented bedrooms shadows cast
but the stories told, will remain history
because for many of us, that was family
and those were the days...............
Categories:
hubbed, childhood, imagination, life,
Form: Free verse