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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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Pennies From Heaven!

I got the following comment on my post, “Pennies From Heaven ~ The story”, this morning, and had to share it with y’all! Too cool! Read the rest of this entry »

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A Rainbow in the Dark

I posted a story version of this on Saturday, but here’s the original poem—one of many I’ve written for Sherry. She’s been my inspiration and number one fan for 18 wonderful years. I’m a lucky, lucky man! 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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Dumbfounded

Karin is on duty over at dVerse Poetics tonight, and she’s got us writing about things French. I’m thinking this ain’t what she has in mind, but, hey, French is French!

Back in the day, my best pal Barry and I used to roam the neighborhood late at night. One night, when we were in eighth grade, or maybe freshmen, we ran into a couple of neighborhood girls and experienced an awakening that to this day remains vivid in my mind. I’ll bet you Barry hasn’t forgotten it either. Read the rest of this entry »

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We Could Get Air!

This past Friday, for her Free Write Friday feature, Kellie Elmore invited us to write on a one word theme; Freedom. My mind went in many directions on the topic, but in the end, I had to go with a time when in spite of its own trials and troubles I felt freedom as it should be felt. I was young, and I could fly! Read the rest of this entry »

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Bubbles and Lies

This is a poem I wrote last year, but it is quite obviously timeless. Truth seems of little value these days, and I sometimes get the feeling I am thought a fool if telling the truth leads me into the path of pain and/or hardship. Bubbles are harmless things, and the consensus among many these days seems to be that lies are harmless too… as long as you get what you want. Read the rest of this entry »

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I Can’t Do This Anymore

For my dear wife, Sherry. I think she will understand.

I Can’t Do This Anymore

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Mostly About the Past

I posted a story yesterday on Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday. Her prompt suggested we take a look in the mirror and write about what we see. You can read the story by clicking on the title —> An Ordinary Guy. The poem I’m posting today on Gooseberry Garden’s Poetry Picnic #17 is a slightly different take on that look in the mirror. Read the rest of this entry »

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Get Your Ducks In A Row!

Here’s another poem I’ve posted before, most of you have probably seen it, but some of you might have missed it. It’s one of those silly things that just popped into my head when I heard the title one day. We’ve all been there, and done this, in one way or another, so I hope you get a chuckle out of it. It was a natural for the Bluebell Books Short Story Slam this week, so here it is again. I intend to write a story to go with the prompt sometime today or tomorrow, too. Read the rest of this entry »

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