BoomersA Poem by Bill MacEachernNostalgia
Boomers
Bottle caps were currency Pop sticks were our props Maple seeds Were whirly birds Spinning like a top Hopscotch drawn on Down the streets Jump ropes tied to reels Double Dutch was fun to watch Especially for the girls Quarters pitched against a wall Closest takes ‘em all We played that game With baseball cards Some lost DiMaggio We grew up fast We learned the ropes And mostly on our own We’re called the Baby Boomers We’re "like a rolling stone” Bill MacEachern August 13, 2023 © 2023 Bill MacEachern |
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