Cowboys and Indians

childhood play time can leave life lessons.

 Played Cowboys and Indians when I was a kid..

they'd have guns and I'd have a stick..

seems I'd loose the battle every time..

 I was not allowed to throw my spear..

but they'd shoot their BB gun at my rear..

still..those were good play times.

 I grew up and left that farm..

found myself right along

with the boys in green

knee deep in some jungle swamp..

seems the guys we were looking for..

didnt exactly play by the rules of war..

got our butts in a bind several times..

I'd think back on those old play days..

how we would make up rules that we'd break..

yep same stuff..just a different day.

 How about sometimes let the Indian win..

run out of BBs every now and then..

go ahead and let me throw that spear..

but for now I guess we'd better crawl a little closer to this ground..

let this Indian show you how..

we'll live to learn another day...

yep... those were the good old days.

Author's Note

Dont take it too harsh, just walk along..its all in the journey...enjoy

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

A journey well lived I'm sure. You see it all as it is and I like that. Straight and to the point. To me it's not harsh..it's truth.

I hope your well my friend.. :) xo

[Ironbutt]

Thanks for the join in, youve tagged along for a good spell now, lol.

[Gedalya]

I agree. It is not something commonly seen, which makes you unique in itself. I like this poem, especially the many butt-hurt references, I can see this poem having many different interpretations. Well played.