Adventure DayA Poem by Steve KittellA family adventureThere’ll be no time for
play today. Because today’s adventure
day. We’re off to clean
grandma’s shed. Door so low dad bumps his
head.
Lots of stuff for us to
see. Each thing has its own
history. There’s: rakes, shovels, mowers
and pails, Tires and wheels, old boat
sails.
A big and rusty nut-less
bolt And a shoe for a shoeless
colt, Sleds and skis, skates, paddles
and oars, Broken windows and old
wood doors.
Crates and bins, barrels
and jars, guitar made from box of
cigars, Dad’s reaching for things
up high. Mom thumbs a scrapbook,
tear in eye.
The treasure’s you find
when you look; cushion for chair and long
lost book, toy box from when dad was
a kid with missing hinge and
broken lid.
I had to put that one
aside. To fill with treasure that
I’ll hide. And keep it safe for mom
and dad with memories, adventures had.
Sheds empty, our jobs half
way. Sifting and sorting all
long day. Next are lunch and maybe a
nap. To the street go things we
don’t use; handless clock and half
pair of shoes. Forgotten treasures go
away. Some I’ll keep while
others will stay.
It’s grandma’s play house
in the shade. But in the yard five piles
we made. One to save, two we don’t
know, one’s maybe, the small one
can go.
So many things for grandma
to do, when our shed adventure is
through . She can paint pictures or
pot plants, maybe yoga - go in a
trance.
A final sweep and all is
clean. The nicest shed I’ve ever
seen. Now’s time to put back
things to keep. All stacked neat, not too
high or deep.
The dust is gone that made
us sneeze. But no space left for new
hobbies. Dads hurt his back, moms tummy
aches. From our lunch of burgers
and shakes.
But grandma’s happy and me
too. We’re all glad the mission
is through. Our adventure had, job
well done. Memories made of having
fun.
Dad’s old chest safe under
my bed. Memories tucked safe in my
head. And now’s time to say
goodnight. Adventure’s done, out goes
the light. The End © 2014 Steve Kittell |
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Added on September 14, 2014 Last Updated on September 14, 2014 Tags: poem, children's story, love, family, adventure AuthorSteve KittellIn the shadow of Windmill Cottage, East Greenwich, RIAboutHaving suffered almost fifty years of writers block I'm back, picking up exactly where I left off, as a mischievous five year old. Current chidren's poems can be seen at: http://www.childrens-stori.. more..Writing
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