Grass Stains

One of the kids (grownup now) from the old neighborhood in Buckeye, Arizona was quizzing me on the Internet yesterday about old neighbors, vacant lots we played ball in and the likes. Made me think of this poem I wrote back when I was writing lots of them. It’s called Grass Stains, and I bet everyone of you guys know what I’m talking about.

Posting this to Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday, and Poetry Palace’s Thursday Poets Rally #59 

Grass Stains

 

Why did it only happen; where everyone could see

And why, I ask, did it seem; only to happen to me

The other kids were immune; or so it seemed to be

They never had this problem; least not to the same degree

 

Was always me that fell; and slid across the lawn

Why, oh why, was it always; with brand new blue jeans on

Well, that’s not true I guess; my knees there are scars upon

From times I bit the dust; with naught but short pants on

 

But Mom never gave a hoot; ‘bout those grievous injuries

But oh she raised a fuss; ‘bout those grass stains on my jeans

Copyright © 1998 C. Mashburn

21 Comments »

  1. Susan said

    Great one!

  2. Sherry Mashburn said

    Do kids get grass stains anywmore?

  3. Oops…guilty as charged. Those grass stains on new jeans do bother me, that’s why I try to make sure kids have play clothes on when they go outside, then I don’t mind. … And oh yes, they do get grass stains big time! (At least my kids do.) And I do care about scarred knees.
    Thank you for the poem. Happy New Year!

  4. I tell ya, you and Mark have sure brightened my day with these little pieces of nostalgia! I absolutely love being taken back to youth and mischief! Love it, Charles!!! xox

    • Seems like only yesterday!
      Well, by golly, I reckon I can clock out! If I’ve helped to brighten your day, my work here is done!
      Thanks, Kellie!
      New Years Blessings to you!

  5. Heaven said

    Nice…my daughter tears her pants though when she falls and rans ~

    Wishing you Happy New Year ~

    http://a-sweetlust.blogspot.com/2011/12/still.html

    • Yes, I used to tear mine quite often. I wore patches on the knees of jeans quite often, too!
      Thank you for the visit and comment!
      Happy New Year wishes to you, too!

  6. this was fun, well mom wasn’t happy but this made me smile, so thank you! 🙂
    happy rally!

    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/12/30/unhinged-reconstruction-meq/

  7. booguloo said

    I do remember. smiles..

  8. dsnake1 said

    yes, i love this little gem. brings me back to my childhood days, (when there was no wii ) 🙂

  9. bitter sweet memories, wow.

    well done.

    • Thanks, Taylor! I’m glad you like it, and I appreciate the visit and comment!

  10. Snowflakes said

    a mother’s love is unconditional.
    well done sentiments.

  11. Raivenne said

    Ahahahaha! The hurt of scraped knees can be covered and “with a little kiss on the boo-boo” most eventually heal with little trace. However, get the wrong scrapes and/or stains on your jeans and it’s there forever.

    I so remember screaming out my older son’s name, ready to fuss about the miserable muddy mess he made of a brand new jeans. All of a sudden, my mother’s voice rang loud and clear in my memory fussing at me for doing exactly the same thing. By the time he reached me, I was so bemused by the memory, I couldn’t find it in me to yell at him anymore and just gave him a hug.

    • Especially with kids, we can usually say, “Been there, done that.” Sometimes I think we scold them, just because that’s what we’re supposed to do!
      Thanks for the visit and cool comment, Raivenne. I hope the year is starting off good for you!

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