Thursday, October 24, 2013

Day 24 - OctPoWriMo 2013: When I was Eight



Today's prompt asked us to go back to when we were eight years old.




When I was Eight



Neighborhood kids ponied up
legs thrown over Schwinn steeds
Grabbed stick rifles
and shiny toy six-shooters
Then rode hard
to the end of Mooberry Street.

In that empty lot of rutted paths,
Ohio burdock our tumbleweed,
white vs. black hats played out
Choosing sides
shooting and dodging
dying and surviving
practicing right and wrong
Lessons
preparing us for life.


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8 comments:

  1. You portrayed them with the wonder they deserve.

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  2. Oh what a wonderful snapshot! :)

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  3. You took me back to my own youth. When I was a girl, my dad fashioned a rifle for me from wood. Though I grew up alone in the country, somehow I still managed to slip into that wonderful imaginary world. Thank you for the trip down memory lane.

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    1. I'm glad my poem could do that for you, Steph. Thanks for sharing your story, too. xoA

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  4. This may be my favorite of your poems thus far...I love the Schwin steeds and it is such a lovely and nostalgic glance back, made me smile...and the wrap-up was very nice. Loved it!

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    1. Thank you, Anna. I'm glad you liked it. xoA

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