I wish i grew up in the time that some did,
when a kid was allowed to just be a kid.
they played hopscotch, marbles and kick-the-can,
baseball, jump rope, hide-and-crawl in.
They chased lightening bugs down by an old pond and
ran through the fields and the pasture beyond.
They played baseball in the field down back,
with an old rubber ball and a wittled-out bat.
they could roll a hoop, or go skinny dipping down
back in the creek.
in the spring they would go fishing whenever they could,
between lugging water and chopping firewood.
they never knew times were tough,
they had what they had,
and that was enough.
the good old days have come and gone.
but in somes memories they still live on.
i wish i grew up in the times that some did.
when a kid was allowed to just be a kid.
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Poetry Of The Forgotten
PoesiaPoems about people and things that have been forgotten over time
