I AM SEVEN
I chase butterflies and try to get moths from vines,
Model airplanes are a hobby done with my dad,
A vegetable garden out back, chasing the Ice cream man.
Coloring books and cartoons on a Saturday morning
Is fine,
A favorite cereal, lucky charms, and Frostio's a
Pop tart in my mind.
Watching the Little Rascals, the three stooges, other
Favorite shows,
Toaster pizzas and a glass of milk on a T.V. tray on a
Late summer day.
Riding my bike, through sprinklers we ran in the sun,
A day for fun,
I am seven as I would someday remember, walking in the
Breeze, climbing trees.
I go to school, walk as I dream, I am a child of nineteen
Sixty nine, I am me,
I run and play at recess with special friends who I will
Soon never see again.
My world is different when I am seven, no worries of the
Future, Only a child's day,
There is a magical side to my life today, what will I
Remember of my time in a place?
Keith Garrett
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If you were 7 in ’69 you’re three years younger than I am. Those were fine times to be a kid
Yes, they were, most times. Thanks for reading.
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On Tue, Jul 6, 2021 at 12:38 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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very ecclesiastical my friend, through the eyes of a child we live day to day, amen
I remember being seven, thanks always.
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