“Your” approval!? For “me”!? Hmm!
Contemplated
simple-“I”: Myriad selfish-intent advice-sage
Concluded
skeptic-“I”: Live! Love! Laugh! O! Dreamer-page
Spout-loud
faux-fiat naïve-you so straight thee stood
Work-hard,
save-fine, secure in safe-life you should
Be
satiated-peace Good-enough, forget
desire-could
C’est
sera! Sera!
Dare-dream only what can be---would!
Straight and
narrow follow so as to never embarrass me
In your glow allow
my importance bask for friends to see
For ’tis famous-I who sacrificed for thee: life,
nourishment and shelter
Straight-“A’s”!
Polite! Well-dressed! N’ere shame me!
O! helter-skelter
For purpose-mine: Be good!---or…”smart enough” to
not get caught
If or when you transgress, accuse another for
the long-arm law to sought
Be full aware of
all the Good I force on thee from
Love!
My
friends-important shall judge even as well as Him-above
A
penny-saved is a penny-earned
Bought
candy-soda which I yearned
Yon
stitch in time saves nine
I shall thread
thy needle-fine
Save
your money for a rainy day
I’ll dance the
drops for fun-to-play
Always sacrifice
thy pride to save my precious-own
Important-be me
attitude-beatitude quite careful sown
Independent-Individual for thy
accolades I simply can’t discern
“What any other thinks of me is not of faux
thought-concern”
For I have
come---and, am…and, forever shall wild-sojourn
Faith!
Family! Freedom!
Life-licensed with first-breath born
Love me
tender-sacred true proved simple-humble practiced-respect
For Honor I
time-space of you and me Christian-generous
heart-infect
I pray thee Peace! I wish thee Love! Embrace adventure-true
Come fly with me
some unicorn wild time and space I knew
Amen!
Plus:
Day 269
Cold bottles of
“Bode’s sodies”
in glass bottles
at Fox Lake
My
“world”, as a child, pretty much consisted of the little town I grew up in and
my great-grandparents’ farm and, another salvation:
Fox Lake. Each remains precious in my memory.
“My”
town of 2,000 citizens offered all the
“necessities” a country-boy could wish for. We had a school and a church, each,
also dear to my heart. And, the good people of the town established a baseball
league for the “kids” during the summer vacation. We played school ball and a
great deal of sandlot ball, as well. After Faith!
Family! Freedom! Baseball was sacred.
Several
times during the week our family visited “the farm”; every weekend, we went to
the farm. Often, we helped with chores on the farm; a great learning and work
experience. Once, when I was about 12 (seems everything happened when I was
12), Dad had planted 3 acres of sweet corn; on a Saturday, we dug 7 ½ acres of
straw potatoes; one fine summer day, Dad took me to the farm before he went to
work in St. Louis and Poppy put me to work hoeing three hundred tomato plants.
I swore off gardens until daughter Becky wanted one some years later.
The
farm always made sure that I was well-fed; pork and beef and ham sandwiches1
Yum!
And,
dear old Grandma, always ready to bake me a cherry-custard pie---Just…ask! Wow!
I
am blessed with a “good” memory; that lexicon is running over with sacred love!
My
“secret”-special hide-a-way was Fox Lake Fishing Club; 3-lakes and a clubhouse.
Cut
my teeth on fishing savvy on those waters; learned respect for man and nature.
The
clubhouse had a particular odor to it; the members, some 26 strong, had
acquired the building from the government; they dismantled an army barracks at
Jefferson Barracks Army Base in South County, Missouri; they shuttled the
building to Fox Lake and reconstructed it adding a screened-in porch across the
back facing the largest of the three lakes. Great!
They
had two coolers in the one-room building; one for soda and one for beer.
A
local bottler name of Bode’s Sodies
provided the kids’ refreshments. The flavored soda came in red, grape, orange,
white (like 7-up) and root beer. I often visited the cooler as a kid; when I
became a member in my own right, My girls treasured the sweet drinks. They were
always chilled to perfection and came in real glass bottles, enhancing the
delicious flavors.
We
spent some nights at the fishing club and ran a trot line and “jugs” for
catfish. The club sported a half dozen row boats which added to the fantasy.
And,
Yeah! I utilized those conveyances to purposed-advantage. Took Miss Candice to
ole Fox Lake on “occasion”; Hmm! Went sailing; read her poetry---and, Yeah!...I
let her row. Hmm!
All-in-all,
it worked out quite well: Beth! Becky! Z. Tyler! Lauren! Lexi! Anna Marie!
Still
building that special-sacred album of fine memories! Sure enough---Hope it
is…infinite!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Soda in a glass bottle”
and, more, Memories!
