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A Well Spent Youth
by Thomas K. HuntPass that puck over here
I'll throw you out at first
Pass me the football
I'll take a double bogie, man that was the worst
Winter, spring, summer and every fall
Take your pick we had it all
Some times you'd win an other times lose
It didn't matter what game you would choose
Shoveling to clear the rink of snow
Most times well below zero
We got out there and cleared away
We had to if we wanted to play
Golf balls fly with the robins
Springtime, time for the clubs to swing
There's still time for another nine
I haven't heard the fat lady sing
Summer baseball on the diamond of the jungle king
Taught by the elders
They taught us everything
Discipline, team work, the fundamentals to give a youth
Taught us all to live the truth
Every fall means football
Running laps and learning plays
It also brings out the duck calls
Shots fired at the break of day
Fall turns the corner into hockey
Ah, the spirit is reborn
Hockey moms and hockey dads
realize this is what they live for
We had it all now that I recall
Winter, spring, summer and fall
We learned to live and grow up true
I learned how to be me
You learned how to be you
04/02/2017 Posted on 04/02/2017
Copyright © 2024 Thomas K. Hunt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/04/17 at 02:36 PM I can really hear a song in this one. I love "golf balls fly with the robins" and stanza 5. Good stuff. |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 04/11/17 at 02:52 PM Stanza two line 3 (an>and). What a strong piece you have here all the seasons gathered together with the activities we all shared become us.. Well done keep em coming. -- peace -- bf |
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