The grass was blue
Rather a Blue green Hue
Where my mothers birth Place
Gives new life to town schools
Reminiscent of the south's old song
Sung to the tune of small towns
Thoroughbred dreams
Long and lean
Baseball teams of one
Hit the long ball
Using a stick and a rock
Against the tobacco background
Railroad walks
Echo into forever
Resonate to a child's wings
Of fleeting thoughts
Blackberries and summer fairs
Big memories that consist of small events
Cast a grandiose image
That reality can not replace
A hero for a moment (in my mind)
As I played on this field of no fences
In a place that time has forgotten
A pretend cowboy that has cast
His dreams to a distant past
08/06/2004
Author's Note: A new piece. My mother was born in a small farming community in Kentucky. While my grandmother was still alive we visited every summer. To this day some of my fondest memories growing up come from spending time here.
Very sweet memories, James. It reminds me of how certain smells bring back certain periods in my life, or some songs do the same thing. Thank you for sharing it!
