A clear rippling creek, cold,
chubbs, sunfish, and shiners,
crawdads and watercress.
Green hills, oak and hickory,
sassafras, sumac, walnut.
Fox squirrels and wild grapes.
Horse plows and A-tooth harrows.
The odor of fresh tilled earth,
Barefoot in the cool black soil.
The hot dust of summer,
sunburn, swimming, wild blackberries,
Crisp autumn, red and yellow leaves.
Harvest, hog killing, bladder rattles,
Hickory nuts, hunting, frost.
Snow ice cream, cold, bare trees.
Frost on the toilet seat,
warm fires, banked coals, popcorn.
The first buds, polk salad.
New life, spring fever,
No more long underwear.
The old folks, snuff, chewing tobacco,
tall stories, ghost stories.
Bib overalls, dollar watches, pie suppers.
A boy, youth, innocence.
Aware of his world,
Unaware of the world ahead.
And as I remember
A tear for that lost youth,
a sigh for what was,
A time that can never be again.
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