I’ve started up again in my OLLI class in Advanced Poetry after a three-month break. This week I’ve written a poem inspired by our growing up on the Menominee River. I’ve enclosed it here with a dedication to my siblings Steven, Peter, and Vicki, with whom I shared these experiences.
Love,
Dave
So many things I did in the past
Like climb our willow tree to the top
Cops and robbers, such a blast
Collect the caps from bottles of pop
Put a worm upon his hook
Barefoot races in the snow
Catch a tadpole in the brook
Pull a bloodsucker off my toe
Ride no handsies on my bike
Find a four-leaf clover in the grass
Toss a snowball at a girl I like
Fish the lagoon for perch and bass
Marbles for keepsies after school
Trap fireflies in a Mason jar
Wear an eye patch, that’s so cool
Search the sky for a shooting star
Crawl underneath a barbed wire fence
Carve my initials in a beechwood tree
Ice cream cones, two dips for five cents
Take second place in the spelling bee
Poke a stick into an ant hill
Find new treasures at the City Dump
Bumper car driving, such a thrill
Stand at the pier, hold my nose and jump
Collect nightcrawlers at the graveyard after dark
Listen to boxing on the radio
Pitch my tent at Mason Park
Shoot some free throws like a pro
Row to Pig Island in our boat
Eat wild berries off the forest floor
Carry a frog in the pocket of my coat
Read Batman comics at my uncle’s store
Battle my brothers in an acorn fight
Skip a stone upon the lake
Light a campfire in the dark of night
Lift the rocks, catch a garter snake
I miss these things from days of old
Netflix gets boring when all is told