Playground in the big town
Manager reluctant to give us the horseshoe game
Later, “Put the horseshoes down,” is what the city kid said.
“That was your big mistake,” was Granddad’s claim.
Mom cautioned, “Martha should stay close to you.”
Another mistake and not a fighter, too
Sucker-punched and down
Slickers don’t like hillbillies, but bullies do
High school, the first days
Suddenly, I’m in the air
Reacting, I twist sideways
And land upright, while
Harold, a football player
Crashes to the floor
Reverberations through my high school years
College snack room
Jukebox blaring top 20 tunes
Black haired beauty at a table there
Approaching, I see her wrist scars
I no longer fear Raven Hair.
Decades later in another coffee bar
Neighbour table bemoans an idiot president
Are these idiot acts “pure evil”?
Was the idiot once a city kid?
Glad I don’t live there
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Multitudes of slicker leader charades
Idiotic twits and machinations
Reverberations lasting generations
Soon I’ll be among the shades*
Taking no notice of such deviations
LL Van Pelt August 2018
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* Thanks to the idiotic actions of various past and present leaders, my children are not planning to make me a grandfather. The world is not as friendly as it seemed 50 years ago. I have my suspicions, why. You have yours. Our ability to see through what idiots do, or say, can be a curse or a blessing. It can protect us from a world of trouble.
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