LOOKING BACK
The day was hot, throat so dry,
It was the middle of mid July.
Sweat runs down your face like steam.
Oh! For a lick, of homemade ice cream!
Wearing overalls; no shirt on the back,
Walking would leave a bare foot track-
In the dust on the wood planks on the porch.
MERCY! What a day! A day to scorch.
Picking up pop bottles for a candy bar,
Trying to miss stepping in hot road tar.
If only that bike, didn't have a flat,
Could sling that dust, get about and SCAT!
Hey! Look over there? A marble game,
Take two from your pocket, ready to aim.
Thumb bent back; ready to shoot,
This gang ain't messing with no recruit!
Won sixteen marbles and a shiny dime,
Now, I know that candy bar's mine.
And a cold soda pop that goes down quick,
Feel six feet tall and full o' tricks.
Mama calls out the door 'bout the supper table,
Now I'm four foot three and slightly disable.
With hair a'flyin', I head for the kitchen,
Git the dishes done 'fore I get a switchin'.
Then, just before dark, sitting high in a tree,
Staring at all the world, underneath me.
T'aint my way to sit on the porch, so coy,
So, I jest be myself, the happy Tomboy.
Jay Cee ~~ ©
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