Redneck Younger DaysA Poem by J Todd Underhill07/30/2020
I wish that I was down home back in the day, Experience mattered money did not. Back yard barbeques in a special way, Our friends and family were all we got.
A twelve pack of Schlitz and jar of moonshine, With KPRK on the radio. Back when the Joneses we poor folk like mine, We were going fast with no place to go.
Pen and paper on a Saturday night, Five bucks buys coffee and a plate of fries. Sitting at Martin’s café as I write, Until this poet had red tired eyes.
I miss this poet’s redneck younger days, Without fear setting the town ablaze.
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3 Reviews Added on July 30, 2020 Last Updated on July 30, 2020 AuthorJ Todd UnderhillDenver, COAboutJ Todd Underhill has been writing in the Denver Colorado since 1987. He has embraced poetics and spoken word art as his chosen art medium. He owned the title “Poet” in 2008 though his writ.. more..Writing
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