warm fall day and the bus just dropped me off
wet fur shrugs from the German shepherds
and I find myself running up the driveway
the air had crispness and I could smell the cookies baking
and on the floor is the Carole King Tapestry album

I put it on the turnstile and listen to the tunes
my brother introduced me to
thoughts flood my mind as I think of my friends
the Friday night football games
the winter basketball games
and the spring baseball games
I just had to smile

Life seemed so much easier on those country roads
that I grew up on
dirt roads, gourd dippers for the fresh well water
my old banana seat bike my grandfather won
from OTASCO
given to me to do my daredevil stunts upon

Halloween smells in my great grandmother’s kitchen
as the stove heats up the syrup
for the popcorn balls that I hide away to eat later
food coloring splashes across the table
as me mix the colors up for them balls

late night wind blows through my brothers and my open window
you can hear the coyote call out
and the crickets sing all night long
as I rest upon the corduroy ribbed bed covers

waiting till morn when I would eat a hearty breakfast
and wait for the bus with my sister and brother
and off to school I would go
waiting and anticipating till I could get home
and put on another album and drift away with the music

life was so much simpler back then
when all I had was music
dogs
playing
sports and a few fights

06/06/2005

Posted on 06/07/2005
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