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King for the day
by Charlie Morganbullfrogs calling out to the Moon,
stars filling all the dark spots,
Daddy still on the plowing tractor,
behind, i step on clods in bare feet.
one more night closed for the day's work.
me, left alone while Daddy cleans-up.
Lionel, our day-man half-owns our crop;
he should, he helped Daddy plant it.
soon, he'll bring Jerry and Terry;
we'll wrestle around, i win, i lose;
mostly we laugh and churn ice cream.
happily slurp August thru our grins.
catch lightning bugs for their glow-ring;
chase each other with sticker-burrs.
King of the mountain lives another day.
who'll be King tomorrow, we know we will.
03/28/2009 Posted on 03/29/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/29/09 at 01:42 AM Interesting and well said. You always make for a pretty compelling point. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/29/09 at 01:14 PM As always Charlie and good write and nice reflection on the summer days of childhood. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/29/09 at 01:33 PM This one brought back good memories of warm Summer nights- catching lightning bugs,eating ice cream, playing "King of the Hill" etc.Kids today don't know what they're missing. This piece made me smile. Thank you for that! |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 03/29/09 at 04:05 PM Charlie, You've captured a typical summer night on the farm. Thanks for the memories. |
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