Friday, February 20, 2009

Kansas Childhood, 1950's: Pleasures and Terrors

The pleasures were simpler back then:
A chalkboard—all green—and some chalk;
A cat that was bad and a dog that was good;
An over-cooked meal with canned plums for dessert.
Yes, pleasures were simpler back then.

The terrors were simpler then, too:
Don't fall through the grate in the floor!
Be careful—don't drop in your toys.
What falls through that grate in the floor
May fall all the way to the fire.
Yes, terrors were simpler back then.


When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways.

1Corinthians 13:11 ESV

2 comments:

Myra said...

I think a poet is successful when they weave a link from their emotions/memory to another's, and then a new link is formed from that person's emotions/memory back to the original words.

In my definition, you are a very successful poet...

I also think life was simpler. I can remember a floor grate or too from houses other than my own.

I didn't lay down on the ground for the yellow flower picture. I was at school, and I think that was a blooming clover plant. The flowers are smaller than the top of a pencil. I did put the camera down on the sidewalk, I think. :)
Have a good weekend! ---Myra

Jim Swindle said...

Thanks, Myra, for the comment. And for any who happen to see my blog but don't know yours, let me remind them. Myra's blog
combines scripture, insights, and gorgeous photography.