Long Childhoodday Poems
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"Hurry up!" yells Mom, "the hack is coming 'round the bend!"
Another torturous day of school, won't this agony ever end?
With a fried egg sandwich in my Roy Rogers box for lunch,
I climb aboard to join that gloomy and sullen bunch!
What a disgusting horde of waifs each morn I must face.
Unwashed mugs with bits of breakfast showing a little trace!
The bus reeked of fried eggs, oranges and other exotic things.
What an unkempt and uncultured mass of little human beings!
The only ray of sunshine in that long and wearisome ride,
Was when my puppy love asked me to sit down by her side.
The other highlight of the day was when we were homeward bound;
A more exuberant gaggle of kids on earth could not be found!
Mr. Frank had driven the same old bus for years and years,
But still ground steel as he double-clutched to change the gears.
When getting stuck in a three foot drift of snow,
He would rock to and fro in his seat to get the bus to go!
A special treat that made us kids so very happy and gay;
Mr. Frank gave us a bag of candy to savor on Christmas Day!
Long forgotten rides on trains and planes were quite a thrill,
But memories of school bus rides remain with me still!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
It"s ten to one in the morning.
i"m lying in my bed.
I have so many men to kill
there buzzing round my head.
My thumb is sore and aches
and hurts each time i press,
but i got to kill those suckers
i"ll teach them not to mess.
The bedroom door bursts open.
My Mother storms inside.
I quickly pull up covers
and vainly try to hide.
What the hell is this?
Don"t you know the time?
Her voice explodes in fire
I mumble humble fine.
The room decends in darkness
silence reigns supreme.
I"m grounded for tomorrow
my Mother she is mean.
The next day at the table
my behaviour is discussed.
My Father nods his head
and says i am the worst.
A whole day without gameing
God my lifes the pits.
I"m sure i"ll die of boredom
I bet I get the yips.
But soon the day is over
it"s midnight in my room
I can"t resist temptation
to pick up and resume.
I switch on my Playstation.
and put it all on mute.
My Mum will never know.
I think i"m pretty cute.
But what the hell is this
i"ve been taken for a mug.
that bloody devious Mother.
she"s taken off the PLUG!
I was sittin' on the porch the other day a-starin' into space,
Peerin' back thro' the mists of time when life was a slower pace.
I was amazed recollectin' how my friends and I survived.
Kids are so indulged today - we were certainly so deprived!
Our Moms fed us breakfast, then said, "Now get outside and play!"
We created our own simple amusements to while the day away.
You'd round up your neighborhood pals for a lively game of ball.
And we didn't need meddlin' folks to settle an occasional brawl!
We drank water from the "crick" or if handy a garden hose.
Went barefoot all summer long and wore patches on our clothes.
Despite the warnin's that we'd get warts, we played with slimy toads,
And raced our bikes, sans helmets, up and down the gravel roads!
The only thing we smoked was harmless corn silk behind the barn,
And gagged on Lifeboy soap if you cussed beyond a "darn!"
We climbed trees and cracked our skulls fallin' off our stilts,
And read "racy" magazines with flashlights beneath our mother's quilts!
Today, kids need the latest gadgets to keep up with their peers;
Blackberries, I-pods and cell phones protrudin' from their ears,
And high definition TVs and computers complete with CD-drive!
It really makes one wonder how us "kids" managed to survive!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
(I first thing mentioned here had to be from me dreaming "awake,"
but the other two things I still swear to this day I saw them and my
sisters verify they remember me telling everyone about seeing
those things!)
A child, I woke from sleep once and surveyed,
before my very eyes, a big parade
with clowns and elephants and marching band.
It could not be a dream; it was so grand!
Then later where I lived there was a wood
behind the street of our new neighborhood.
And once while playing war games, I could swear
I saw back there a big brown grizzly bear!
It probably was thought I was a liar
the day I claimed that on the telephone wire
a toucan perched with bill bright green and red,
which no one else had seen before it fled.
It’s ages since I’ve had the chance to see
such wondrous visions where they should not be!
Nearsightedness is not my only plight.
I’ve long since lost my magic childhood sight.
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