SUNDAY MORNING FUN 1955A Poem by Terry CollettKIDS IN LONDON IN 1955 AND TALK OF DOLLS AND GUNSHelen and I were sitting on the grass in front of Banks House it was a Sunday morning bright and warm she had her hair in 2 plaits and her thick lens glasses enlarged her eyes which were peering at me so he shot you? she said looking concerned yes the creep shot me in the back while I wasn't looking I said so who was it again? she said Pat Garrett he's sheriff or something like that I said and you were Billy the Kid? she said flicking one of her plaits of hair behind her shoulder yes but I had a good life while I did I said she nodded I saw him in a film at the flicks I said Robert Taylor was him in it my old man took me she looked at the 6 shooter gun in my holster on the grass how many guns have you got? she asked I have 3 I said and a rifle sometimes I have 2 guns on me in holster sometime I have 1 why 2? she said so I can shoot 2 bad guys at once or if I'm the baddie then 2 marshals she frowned which do you like best to be? she said I like playing Wyatt Earp if I'm a good guy or Billy the Kid if I'm a bad guy she passed me a sherbet lemon sweet from a white paper bag and I sucked it she talked of her doll Battered Betty who lost an arm when her little brother smashed her against a wall but her dad fixed it and it has 2 arms now again I picked up my 6 shooter and took it out of the holster and began to polish it she talked on about her dolls' shoes white ones but one had gone missing and she thought her brother may have stolen it I sucked another sherbet lemon cleaning my gun part of my Sunday morning fun. © 2016 Terry Collett |
AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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