This playing Field

As they swore it would never change.. it never appeared to…

Path down to construction site.. muddy, wet, can’t take my bike..  construction workers are on strike, no school..

windy gusts.. clouds are white.. air clear.. like a mountain night.. live today in fun.. just about cool..

will meet Jim we call him ‘Yams’.. we discuss catfish and hams.. thing they mix concrete in made a boat.. rain puddles are deep enough.. adventure and all that stuff.. stories we imagine while we float..

Capt. Kidd and what he did.. time folks was a-feared.. buried left to rising tide.. a pirate named ‘Bluebeard’.. Caribbean times never lean for lads brave young and true.. set the stage for game of life.. a playing field for you..

thought of game called ‘upper hand’.. heart needed for understand.. Geisha coy behind her fan.. a cue?  On shore smiling ‘Yams’ did call.. ‘Tony.. found a new golf ball’.. more, saw one on the course for you..

sell balls fair.. balls they lost.. we, of course pocket the cost.. a cash business no checks to endorse.. later, we had ice cream, no remorse..

Older now corners turned.. doors opened.. bridges burned.. see the world as I saw that trail.. ‘Yams’.. well he is president.. marking well poor residents.. educating voters never stale..

With his memories of young.. legends born stories sung I will lend my tongue for good ‘Jim Force’.. catch phrase.. did not catch on.. but we won relying on.. ‘the new world eats ice cream without remorse’..

As we plummet toward the next election.. I can only hope.. I can only pray.. that folks will see and understand the importance of ice cream.. Peace T.


About cryinforthedyin

I write philosophy and poetry. I postulate solutions for problems..I find similiar things in history to compare to present day, hoping to find a solution to the seemingly difficult task of giving and receiving love. I play music. Blues harp, piano, guitar, electric and acoustic. I sing..I love to sing..Peace Tony
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