I am currently working in Manila this week but wrote a poem about growing up in a small town. Since most of you are reloaders, you are still probably boys at heart.
A Town for Boys – Alleys and Vacant Lots
Any day, when boys run free
Pocketknife … loaded Daisy
Levis, Keds, an old t-shirt
Early morning rise, a cup of coffee
Grab some cold bacon, and slip out the door
Ready for the alley safari.
The Alley, a place and a time 2 generations past
Sparrow and tin can fair game
Stalking quietly, the yellow jacket’s lair
Slowly, carefully taking aim.
Every safari has its dangerous time
But without risk the adventure is lame
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Any day, when boys run free
A hike to the junkyard … Got knife? Daisy?
A quick drink from the hose, before starting the trip
A mile west from the schoolyard … stop for a pee.
Turn north to the smell and smolder
Ready for the junkyard safari
The Junkyard, a place and a time 2 generations past
Rats and glass bottles fair game
Keep a sharp eye for feral pigs in the weeds
Sneak up on one, carefully taking aim.
Every safari has its dangerous time,
But without risk the adventure is lame
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Any day, when boys run free
Walking the track … in a baseball cap … the Daisy
Pick up some spikes; lay a penny on the rail
Flattened by the train, when it passes at 3:00.
One hour down the tracks with the wind in your face
Hitch a ride back because you’re late … then face Mom’s fury
The train, a place and a time 2 generations past
A quarter to the city, one-way
A soda at the Corner Drug, a swim at City Park
Back to the depot at 5:00, the train won’t delay
Another quarter will get you home
To the end of a great summer’s day
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Any day, when boys run free,
Over to the vacant lot for a look-see
To join a game of round-up … start in right field
Catch a fly ball and you’re batting for free
Hit as many as you can
Before flying out or getting called out at strike three
The Vacant Lot, a place and a time 2 generations past
We always played a fair game
Whether it was football or baseball, your age mattered not
What mattered … you are there ... that you came.
And so what if it was “tackle” without any pads
Without risk the game was too lame.
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Any day when a man’s mind roams free,
He goes back home in his memory
And whispers a prayer of thanks for that time and that place
Now two generations past …. For the friends and his family
And those times with his friends still play in his mind
When he and the boys all ran free.
by Vacek
A Town for Boys – Alleys and Vacant Lots
Any day, when boys run free
Pocketknife … loaded Daisy
Levis, Keds, an old t-shirt
Early morning rise, a cup of coffee
Grab some cold bacon, and slip out the door
Ready for the alley safari.
The Alley, a place and a time 2 generations past
Sparrow and tin can fair game
Stalking quietly, the yellow jacket’s lair
Slowly, carefully taking aim.
Every safari has its dangerous time
But without risk the adventure is lame
---------------------------------------------------
Any day, when boys run free
A hike to the junkyard … Got knife? Daisy?
A quick drink from the hose, before starting the trip
A mile west from the schoolyard … stop for a pee.
Turn north to the smell and smolder
Ready for the junkyard safari
The Junkyard, a place and a time 2 generations past
Rats and glass bottles fair game
Keep a sharp eye for feral pigs in the weeds
Sneak up on one, carefully taking aim.
Every safari has its dangerous time,
But without risk the adventure is lame
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Any day, when boys run free
Walking the track … in a baseball cap … the Daisy
Pick up some spikes; lay a penny on the rail
Flattened by the train, when it passes at 3:00.
One hour down the tracks with the wind in your face
Hitch a ride back because you’re late … then face Mom’s fury
The train, a place and a time 2 generations past
A quarter to the city, one-way
A soda at the Corner Drug, a swim at City Park
Back to the depot at 5:00, the train won’t delay
Another quarter will get you home
To the end of a great summer’s day
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Any day, when boys run free,
Over to the vacant lot for a look-see
To join a game of round-up … start in right field
Catch a fly ball and you’re batting for free
Hit as many as you can
Before flying out or getting called out at strike three
The Vacant Lot, a place and a time 2 generations past
We always played a fair game
Whether it was football or baseball, your age mattered not
What mattered … you are there ... that you came.
And so what if it was “tackle” without any pads
Without risk the game was too lame.
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Any day when a man’s mind roams free,
He goes back home in his memory
And whispers a prayer of thanks for that time and that place
Now two generations past …. For the friends and his family
And those times with his friends still play in his mind
When he and the boys all ran free.
by Vacek