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"Spellman" Street Days

A Continual Saga of a "Younger-than-Now" Poet from the Highly-Esteemed State of Texas proclaiming more Poetic-able Prose using just pure wit

My Younger Days Kind Of Remind Me Of The "Peanut's" Comics

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A simple place that I once knew...

A childhood place...that is so much a part of you.

The laughing kids out in the yard who play...

So much different from how it is today.

A Summer day...in the hot Summer's heat...

You'd find us playing...up and down our whole street.

Gather up the gang for a trip to the local "7-11" store...

Load up on Candy, "Slurpees", Baseball cards with gum...in a pack of four.

Ride your bike down the Motocross Hill...as you travel on your way...

What the heck...is your hurry...stay here and ride the rest of the day.

A real life "Peanut's Gang" with dog and all...Hanging out at "The Field's" Wall...

Someone screams from down the street..."Let's start a game...I brought the ball!"

Hours spent out at "The Field"....playing a baseball or football game..."Down, Set, Hike!"

Great place for Dodgeball (With "The Field's" Wall)...or in March...to go fly a kite.

Don't forget the bicycles which took us from block to block...I had a "Schwinn"...

Get that heavy "Banana seat w/ Chopper bars" metal thing going...as you pedal hard into the wind.

"Wheelies", bicycle ramps...and riding with "No hands" to impress a cute little girl...

Funny what things come to mind...as the memory reel in my mind...starts to whirl.

For "Hide N' Go Seek" the whole block joined in..."Out of Bounds" was: inside a house or past the fence line.

No "Atari" or "Gameboy" for us...we could play this for hours...and all of the time.

The little neighborhood sat at the pastures edge...at the end of town...

At night...by the little bayou to the pasture...we sat...and watched the sun go down.

We'd catch turtles and crawdads there...and every now and then...see a snake.

"Whoops!" I just pushed you in...When you get home...Tell your Mom it was my mistake.

At the house on Spellman...How many times did I run across that porch in a chase?.

That shady porch...playing with "Matchbox" cars and "Hot Wheels" (Oh And, "G.I. Joe")...that's where I spent my younger days.

Maybe we would all get bored with that...and head out to the Park's public pool...

Summer's went on and on...and then again...so did School!

Each season doesn't escape your life...of everything...your little size is keenly aware...

Vietnam, Moon Landing, Watergate, Civil Rights, Conservation, Hippies with long hair.

Summer had "Water balloon fights" and "Slip N' Slides"...Winter was rerun shows on Black and White T.V.

Each Season in Time...went by like Clock Work...a Kid sees all these things so wonderfully...

Looking back...It could never again be like that...Left like that only in my memory.

This was my only world that I knew at the time...though small...it was big enough for me...

When I stopped at your curb on a trip down Memory Lane...There was a "For Sale" sign in the yard.

What is it with me and places of long ago...Why do I try to bring back the past...It's too damn hard!

But, on this nostalgic binge...I find nothing but pure joy...as I reached out to touch the same old front door...

I remember that door with the mail slot built in...It was the last thing I touched...back in 1974.

We packed up and left...and moved to greater things...and I'm thinking..."Oh, really?"

What could a grown man say of this place...without sounding so hopelessly silly?

An Empty house now with the backyard gate wide-open...Unreal...I'm walking back to when I was a child...

The Back Yard's still there...Although some things have changed...It is still like the memory I have filed.

The Garage has no Basketball Goal on the roof...or my Dad's weight set inside...So, I see...

The Big Swing Set long gone...and where my treehouse once sat...is now a really huge tree!

I see remnants of a small garden my Mom once had...Though there's weeds...The border is still there.

How many days did I spend in this Back Yard here...Barefoot in the grass...Without a care?

Looking in through the Laundry Room door...I see all the way inside to what was our Kitchen...

For once I can see it with my own eyes...I'm almost there...instead of from dreams...or things I was wishin'.

Got to believe this is amazing...Never thought I'd return here to see this much...Indeed it is an image of the past in reality...

Oh...of things that we remember with fondness...that help to define us...because of our history.

Suffice it to write here...I lived long enough to come back here today...Where I'm very happy to say...

Grateful that this ol' House is still OK....and that we once lived right here...Way back in the day!

A real life "Peanut's Gang" with dog and all...Hanging out at "The Field's" Wall...

A real life "Peanut's Gang" with dog and all...Hanging out at "The Field's" Wall...

What Great Memories Lie Behind That Front Door?

What Great Memories Lie Behind That Front Door?

"For once I can see it with my own eyes...I'm almost there...instead of from dreams...or things I was wishin'."

"For once I can see it with my own eyes...I'm almost there...instead of from dreams...or things I was wishin'."

© 2009 ManlyPoetryMan

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