#cassidy
Hopalong Cassidy
When I was a little girl
Hopalong Cassidy
Was my hero
I would watch him on the television
Riding his horse Topper
And then
PRETEND...
Hiding behind chairs
Running from one to the other
Shooting the bad guys
With my finger gun.
One birthday my mom surprised me
With a whole Hopalong Cassidy outfit.
I had a vest with fringe,
The cowgirl skirt, the hat
And best of all
A Hopalong Cassidy WATCH
And a silver play gun in a holster
In my imagination
I WAS HOPALONG CASSIDY
Back in the 40's
IT WAS OK
To play Cowboys and Indians
IT WAS OK
To shoot the bad guys
With a finger gun
Or a silver play gun
IT WAS OK
To use the word Indians
Without offending anyone
So Sad that kids can't play
Cowboys and Indians anymore
Because you wouldn't know
If that gun was real
By judy
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 6:59 AM UTC
Hopalong Cassidy
When I was a little girl
Hopalong Cassidy
Was my hero
I would watch him on the television
Riding his horse Topper
And then
PRETEND...
Hiding behind chairs
Running from one to the other
Shooting the bad guys
With my finger gun.
One birthday my mom surprised me
With a whole Hopalong Cassidy outfit.
I had a vest with fringe,
The cowgirl skirt, the hat
And best of all
A Hopalong Cassidy WATCH
And a silver play gun in a holster
In my imagination
I WAS HOPALONG CASSIDY
Back in the 40's
IT WAS OK
To play Cowboys and Indians
IT WAS OK
To shoot the bad guys
With a finger gun
Or a silver play gun
IT WAS OK
To use the word Indians
Without offending anyone
So Sad that kids can't play
Cowboys and Indians anymore
Because you wouldn't know
If that gun was real
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
Smell of earth
Rugged brown
Taste the rain as it falls down
Rise and fall
Blue and green
Trace the clouds that paint the scene
Lift your eyes
Make no sound
Feel the stillness all around
Bow your head
Kiss the ground
This is where your heart is found
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
In the middle of the day
You cross my mind
And your footprints are lasting
If I were known to feel
I might not hide it
I might embrace it
But what's in a reputation
If not repute and repetition
To break habit is difficult;
I've considered it,
Still I cannot
But can I speak in dreams?
Can I speak with soul?
And maybe when it's three in the morning
And we're both heavily weary
Can I call you
And tell you I love you
Or would the hour not excuse
The boldness of my honesty
To be vulnerable is difficult;
I've considered it,
Still I cannot
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
To start fresh
A chance to be different
A chance to love
But what do I want?
To travel far
And feed the spirit
Quench the wanderlust
But what do I want?
To love another
An honest tenderness
A heart that makes mine beat again
But what do I want?
To write the stories
Learn the legends
To know the stars above
And that is all I need
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
I. the end of life;
that which was always fated
shocks us, even still
II. the passing of time;
we can never comprehend
our frail existence
III. the creative soul;
we must, with earnest ink,
make every word count
IV. the end of an era;
it is but a beginning
of something much more
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
All of a sudden;
I don't know how we got here,
But we cannot stay
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC