DirtA Poem by James Mckay
There in the yard
was a bald spot of sand Where making roads and bridges was all part of the plan We'd get out our Matchbox cars and pretend to make streets Just a small little dirt town in the middle of the Texas heat We'd keep a little water nearby to make a tunnel for cars to pass We dug it out slowly but surely so that the bridge didn't collapse We had a wrecker, a police car, ambulance and even a fire truck And of course I had a big four wheel drive in case a smaller one got stuck Just great times and memories all innocent times they were Makes me wish I could go back again and just play in the dirt. by: James W. Mckay July 6, 2023 © 2023 James Mckay |
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Added on July 6, 2023 Last Updated on July 6, 2023 AuthorJames MckaySan Antonio, TXAboutTx! Hello my name is James and I'm 46. I began writing at an early age and I'm sure most of our poetry started with "Roses are Red", etc. I'm not sure where my love or desire for poetry came from .. more..Writing
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