Sunday, July 8, 2007


Out on the back porch
We go over the plays
There are many things to discuss
We walk the field and smell the grass
Oblivious to the roar of the enthusiasts
Crowds that cheer while others jeer
Under the roaring sun
Then there is the matter of the model ship
Meager pieces of balsa wood on a table
Into wee hours of the night assembling
Talking of the great fable
On other nights we listen
The crystal radio plays
Laying there awake at night
Thinking of soccer days
Upon our roof we lay on top
Watching the stars brightly glisten
In the quiet we hear the sounds
If you take the time to listen
Brief smiles appear from time to time
While there are no prying eyes
Out in the fields where we may walk
There is no taunting of the flies
Only the ways of the many days
As we move forward in our own time

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