Backyard musings

by Dixiedaisy   Feb 14, 2016


Saturday mornings
were made for bowls of Fruity Pebbles,
watching Bugs Bunny, Roadrunner
and Yosemite Sam.

But, Saturday afternoons,
Well, those were the best.
The backyard,
became a miniature athletic complex.

A baseball field where
pines and oaks became bases,
and home base doubled as a fort,
where rock wars began,
and usually ended
in bruises.

Our backyard was home to
bike ramps, tire swings,
and ghost in the graveyard.
It's where Allen always
had the upper hand,
because of his age and trickery.

Splotchy with dirt and grass patches
it was also a racetrack,
where my fathers lawnmower wheels were
perfect additions to the homemade go-cart
we spent more time painting than riding.

We were certainly no stranger
to Dennis the menaces, Mr. Wilson.
We had our own grumpy neighbor,
that hosted a cemetery of lost objects
and foul balls never retrieved
from the other side of the fence.
They are gone forever,
like my childhood Saturdays.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    Another beautiful piece of poetry.

    Memories can be so wonderful at tines and this brought so many fabulous memories back for me of when I was younger but sometimes things change and these memories aren't good anymore.

    I remember my Saturdays were filled with my nana visiting and bringing her trolley full of goodies.. Toys and our favourite chocolate and food, we'd play cards all day and if it was nice we'd sit outside and do I'd make up dances to perform for her lol Sundays were made for long dog walks and rock climbing after a Sunday roast!! Oh the good old days.

    Love this, Em

  • 1 year ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    WHAT IS UP WITH U AND ALL THE FIRE U BEEN WRITING LATELY...

    take my moneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey
    i need a book now

  • 1 year ago

    by Melpomene

    Kay,

    This poem is full of comfort. That's the best way I can describe what I felt when reading this. It's strange reminiscing on aspects of being a childhood, amazing yes but I also find myself bittersweet in my own feelings. I'm 24, yet my childhood feels like a life time ago.

    The first stanza made me smile, can't say I know what Fruit Pebbles are but bugs bunny, roadrunner and yosemite sam are all very familiar to me. My siblings are much older than I, one is 33, the other 36 and the eldest 40, so for me watching these familiar cartoon characters was an every day morning routine. I would wake my eldest brother up at 4:30am asking if cartoons were on.

    Many aspects of this poem brought back a lot for me, the four of us were always up to mischief, playing cricket, handball and football in the square across the road. I feel as though you brought a lot back to me and of course I had a lot of smiles while reading this.

    This is why I'm so glad your back on the site writing, your poetry is soul food for the mind and heart.

  • 1 year ago

    by Maple Tree

    Your childhood memories poems are breathtaking kay!

    You took the prompt and ran with it... Truly got me thinking about my childhood... such a heart warming piece!!