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Lookin' Back
by Chuck Stromme
Clapboard walls
shotgun shack
gravel out front
weeds in back
Grew up there
couldn't stay
left home young
gonna have my way
Apples on trees
bees still buzz
rope still hangs
where the swing once was
Tire on the ground
water inside
seemed like fun
we'd swing and ride
That's my room
rear of the shack
pretty darn nice
when I look back
Listened to the radio
a mystery
or Grand Ol' Opry
on NBC
Man Jack Benny
wasn't he fun
or Marshall Matt Dillon
with a smoking gun
Got a TV
at the hardware store
had three channels
seven five and four
Hid my soldiers
in the firewood pile
found 'em again
once in a while
Catch me a lizard
with my buddy Tom
wasn't yet twenty
and killed in Nam
All of that's
a long time back
memories fade
then turn to black
What was real
what did I do
when I was dreaming
was it really you
All the mistakes
all that fear
all my strength
and I end up here
The nurses are sweet
the docs are kind
they talk about me
but I don't mind
I wake and dress
'most every day
walk outside
if I can find the way
There's cards and books
and folks to see
and Grand Ol' Opry
on NBC
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Permalink Reply by Diana Morkassel on
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This made me think about my childhood and friends lost, not to war, but times that were tough in other ways. Hmmm I've never thought me a poet. but maybe....
Life is sure an ever changing adventure.
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Permalink Reply by Chuck Stromme on
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Poet? Me neither! (Goodbye syntax award!) But give it a try. I admit to being surprised when I did. Who knew?
This poem wasn't supposed to be about war although who am I to say what a reader sees in any of my writings?
Lots of changes in my life, too, and lots of unexpected adventure.
It's a pleasure to know you, Diana.
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Lookin' Back
by Chuck Stromme
Clapboard walls
shotgun shack
gravel out front
weeds in back
Grew up there
couldn't stay
left home young
gonna have my way
Apples on trees
bees still buzz
rope still hangs
where the swing once was
Tire on the ground
water inside
seemed like fun
we'd swing and ride
That's my room
rear of the shack
pretty darn nice
when I look back
Listened to the radio
a mystery
or Grand Ol' Opry
on NBC
Man Jack Benny
wasn't he fun
or Marshall Matt Dillon
with a smoking gun
Got a TV
at the hardware store
had three channels
seven five and four
Hid my soldiers
in the firewood pile
found 'em again
once in a while
Catch me a lizard
with my buddy Tom
wasn't yet twenty
and killed in Nam
All of that's
a long time back
memories fade
then turn to black
What was real
what did I do
when I was dreaming
was it really you
All the mistakes
all that fear
all my strength
and I end up here
The nurses are sweet
the docs are kind
they talk about me
but I don't mind
I wake and dress
'most every day
walk outside
if I can find the way
There's cards and books
and folks to see
and Grand Ol' Opry
on NBC
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