bridge days - 09 august 2005

trappedinmyradio
trappedinmyradio Posts: 1,189
edited August 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the sun shining on an old, stone bridge
that spanned a river that was never too high
to cross with bare feet and fishing pole

little children running around the bases
of an ancient and storied baseball field below
all the cares in the world, left only in their parents' heads
only to be vanished by the crack of the bat
and sounds of laughter from afar
when afar was never very far away

the first base hit for a future major leaguer
who will discover a better summer hobby
and never round the bases again;
his smile drowned out by the cheers of mom and dad
he won't be able to see his way to second base
because of one flashbulb going off

the tears of the youngest kid on the team
because he took a pitch in the back
tears that are only erased by the team winning
and the trip to the local ice cream shop:
where all the happenings of the game are terrific
and everyone forgets
about the kid in right that dropped a flyball
sending the game into extra innings

the wrappers of pepto bismol flavored bubble gum
strung about
because chewing five pieces of gum,
at once, will make you hit farther

oh, the days that used to be . . .
the days of summer youth
the days that we'll never forget
the days that we can look back on,
for the rest of our lives, and smile
just like the smile of the future big leaguer
after getting his first base hit

memories a guy can look back on,
when he is barely making ends meet;
trying to feed his family
and keep a roof over their heads,
and smile ear-to-ear knowing that no one
can ever take that summer away
I'll dig a tunnel
from my window to yours
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  • ISN
    ISN Posts: 1,700
    I like the way you've chosen to discard certain words, and to use others when they might not be totally necessary.......I'm coming up with an idea.....and you've added to it......thanks :)
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    :) Nobody but nobody can take those great memories away! :)

    I enjoyed your poem very much, trapped.

    Oh, and re: your comment in Cran's thread--I don't have a computer at home so, no lookey-looking for me. Oh well. :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • trappedinmyradio
    trappedinmyradio Posts: 1,189
    Being Enlightened wrote:
    :) Nobody but nobody can take those great memories away! :)

    I enjoyed your poem very much, trapped.

    Oh, and re: your comment in Cran's thread--I don't have a computer at home so, no lookey-looking for me. Oh well. :)

    well, maybe one of these days you can check it out...

    thanks...
    I'll dig a tunnel
    from my window to yours
  • lovin kind
    lovin kind Posts: 268
    that while i was stuffing my face at dinner there wasnt much dinner left
    thanks to everyone who can read what i write without having to say something mean
  • olderman
    olderman Posts: 1,765
    i can still feel the hot sun of those days and see the bugs and the dirty faces..

    excellent trapped, thanks! :)
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green

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