Long Belden Poems

When I was your age I walked sixty two miles to school and back
Because our horse was dead, or given only to my brothers.
We did not get to wear pants, even if our legs were...

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My crushes are so numerable, it is crazy to try to remember them all.
When I love you it’s in a full blown puppy way, in your lap with Tarzan’s call.
Sky King, Mighty Mouse, Bugs Bunny,...

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I’ve been a pirate since I was seven 
And read Pippi Longstockings.
I’ve been a pirate since Swiss
Family Robinson came onto the
Screen, and I was allowed to see it.

I’ve been a pirate since 
Realized that pirates...

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A rainy autumn day
when memories come calling,
ushered in like the gently
perused pages of
a Victorian novel,
 read with a cup of steaming cocoa
are the scented leaves
of my life story.

Beside a lavender scented lake,
I sat one summer,
breathing...

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The summer of 1964 I spend in a tree with cats
Reading Trixie Belden and Nancy Drew 
Discovering Agatha Christie 
While I spy on the neighbors

Mr. and Mrs. Dellabetta are in their nineties.
Their voices are raised,...

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In my child’s mind a gumshoe sleuth detective 
that would be me.
Nancy Drew or Ms. Marple, invented by Agatha Christie.
Trixie Belden and Honey too, 
there were so many choices you see.
I spent many an hour...

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Before Matilda, before Harry Potter and Hermione Granger,
When I was a child, there was Pippi Longstocking, full of danger.
Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden were my mystery go-to books.
You could not rouse me from their adventures...

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Trixie Belden was a marvelous book find for me.
She was a blonde dynamo with Encyclopedia Brown’s talent
For finding, following, and solving mysteries
delightfully female with Honey, her sidekick best friend.

Encyclopedia Brown had not been penned yet...

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 As a kid, I loved reading “Nancy Drew” and “Trixie Belden” mysteries.  As a teen I couldn’t ingest enough mythology; dragons, dwarves, elves, gnomes, centaurs and fairies were pure gold for my cache...

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Mystery books have been devoured by preteens since the fifties.
I remember graduating from Nancy Drew to Trixie Belden.
Or maybe it was the other way around.
In eighth grade I discovered Agatha Christie and “Then there were...

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The desert at sunset, comes alive in the dying light
The cool quickening breezes, glimmering in light

White sand beach, the foaming surf effervesces
Dark caves under waves—edges churning light

A morning sunbeam illuminating a moss bed
For only a...

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