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Wherever You Are

We lived in a little out-of-the-way place on Lake Travis called Spicewood Beach forwherever you are almost ten years, and though some days were awesome (the majority of them), some were better than others, some were not so good, and some were pretty bad, it was a season of my life worth remembering. The good times with friends were great, the battles with enemies were fierce, and, truth be known, we got outta there just in time. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Wickenburg Special

When I was a youngster, I spent a fair amount of time at the bowling alley just west of town. There was a small drug-store-like café there, and as I sat on a stool one afternoon, studying the overhead menu board, I noticed a new item… the Wickenburg Special. I asked the waitress what the heck a Wickenburg Special was, and as she continued busily past me, she said, Read the rest of this entry »

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Sandlot Memories

I grew up on vacant lots in the little desert town of Buckeye, Arizona; those bare patches of ground were the places I smiled and laughed the most. We had no boundaries as such, except the daylight; when night came calling, we reluctantly left the game of the day and headed for home. (I don’t think we broke any windows.)

A Game Forgot

 

sandlot baseballSummer day, schoolwork forgotten

Air filled with mindless chatter

Pitcher glares toward home plate

Fielders shout, hey batter hey batter

 

Ball speeds to the redheaded batter

Louisville Slugger in his grip

Gonna knock that pill outta sight

Trot the bases and give cap a tip

 

Crack of bat as swing connects

Ball soars high in the air

Cover flutters to the infield

The players, horrified, stare

 

The sphere unravels as it flies

Crushed by the mighty blow

Over the fence then crashes loud

Through Old Man Wilson’s window

 

Mr. Wilson looks over his fence

At the quiet…. and empty sandlot

Remnants of a baseball in his hand

Summer day, a game forgot

 

Copyright © 1998 C. Mashburn

This is one of my older poems, but one of my favorites.

NOTE! This poem inspired a sequel! —>Where Dreams Were Dreamed.

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He’s Gone!

Life seems to be a series of seasons, and we have to learn to roll with the good and the bad. Some seasons  are better than others, some are really bad, and others are outstanding. Throughout our lives, there will be good times with friends, and there will be battles with enemies, and Read the rest of this entry »

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The Way It Is Now

It lasted almost ten years, and though some days were better than others, and some were really bad, it was a season of my life worth remembering. The good times with friends were great, the battles with enemies were fierce, and, truth be known, we got outta there just in time. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Long Hot Summer

It lasted almost ten years, and though some days were better than others, and some were really bad, it was a season of my life worth remembering. The good times with friends were great, the battles with enemies were fierce, and, truth be known, we got outta there just in time. Read the rest of this entry »

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Where Dreams Were Dreamed

It’s not baseball season yet, but spring training is right around the corner, and I know you die-hard baseball fans are ready. So! Maybe I can get away with posting two poems on the same day (a Sunday to boot). If not, well, we’ll just call it a wild pitch! Read the rest of this entry »

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A Game Forgot

Asked to recall and write about a place from my past that has stood the passing of time and stands out above other places, I pondered and at first drew a blank. Then I recalled the vacant lots in the neighborhood where I grew up, and thought that, yes, they were the places where I smiled and laughed the most. We had no boundaries as such, except the daylight; when night came calling, the echo of mother’s voices called as well, and we reluctantly left the game of the day and headed for home. Read the rest of this entry »

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