Screen Door Always Open
Flashback of a slow train on a narrow track, visions from a car window or old pickup truck
Memories of tasting dirt roads and noisy toads, taking it all in while old wheels spin
Arrival looks like a revival minus the Bible, Wind washed home between railroad tracks next to a river bank
Juvenile sensations sensationalized, taste of mulberry, watermelon, Kool-Aid in Tupperware, refinery a constant scent of tar or diesel, Smell of whitewash not political yet, waiting line at the tire swing
Barefoot brings bee stings, soft familiar feeling of clover between toes, whiffle ball for all, plenty to do for me or you, willingness to play holds highest rank
More fun catching bait than avoiding the old bait and switch, Lessons laid out and kept separate like hooks on a trot line, uncaring for the memories these days would bring
Collecting sunshine brings blistering burns, red skin clashes with red hair, grass stains and heat show no pain, remove both with wonders of the wash tank
No hills but a few Dales, Lakes and streams in between, Grandma Nellies reward a penny for each dandelion dug endless fodder for young hands to wander, like a merry-go-round little minds spin and spin
Few recollections of adults they must have been bored, stayed in shade porch protected, order by age from front to back
Melancholy notes drifting down from meadowlarks or mourning doves, mixed country or Beatles on a.m. radio, sights, sound, tastes enter, mark unique imprints on our soul, carried softly to the end
No future lost when unknown, will we miss it when it's gone, Ciyfied now to those old folks I still give a bow,
next time we see an old house with the screen door wide open is more family's adding to memoirs to their masterwork
R.C.
Summer time flashback of a little kid,how happy we can be with so little.
Appreciate your comments,thanks for reading. Peace Takes Practice. Rick
