Saturday, November 24, 2007

Misspent Youth: Sunday Scribblings

They give me that look, a quick, furtive glance.
They can hardly imagine a dragon with lance.
These children of mine with their collection of things,
Know not of a woods down the street filled with kings.

While they while away day in and day out,
Never breaking a sweat, except when they bout,
I can see in old photos the days I once had
When good guys were good and bad guys were bad.

I’d leave in the morning, be gone all the day,
With Diane with an “e” and the one with an “a.”
George and his brother, the twins up the street,
Would bring along a bag with lunches to eat.

Down toward the woods at the end of our block,
We’d all cross the creek, not unlike a flock.
What excitement ahead, we were never quite sure,
A dragon with scales? Or a bear with matted fur?

Hours on end, we’d set off to explore,
To conquer the future, to find something more.
I remember the rocket, the cowboy, the cop,
No video games nor plastic crap from a shop.

Through some fault of theirs and more of my own,
My children stay close, birds not having flown.
The accouterments abound, encircling them,
And make them unable to see time as a gem.

[If I consider my youth as the time prior to my teens, I think it was well spent, indeed. But I’m looking at the kids and wondering how they’ll see their youth through the glare of time’s reflection. See others’ posts at
Sunday Scribblings. Sorry for the bad poetry, but I just didn't have an essay in me. Yeah, yeah, I know I didn't have poetry in me either.]


Devil Mood said...

Oh don't be so hard on yourself!
We never know how kids today will look back on their childhood but it's a time of magic mostly and if you're doing your best for them to be happy I'm sure they'll look back with a lot of smiles :)

Beau Brackish said...

I thought this was excellent. "No plastic crap from the shop", indeed. I grew with a certain amount of plastic crap, but nothing compared to kids of today. My daughter is too young to want everything at the toy store just yet, however I have nephews and nieces who define their happiness in material terms and it troubles me greatly.

Our youth is such a precious, and relatively short, period of our lives. It should be spent carefree and curious, full of wonder, not a constant craving for plastic crap. I think you nailed it on the head.

Beau Brackish said...

I agree with devil mood. The lasting childhood memories your children have will have nothing to do with the toys they did or did not have. My fondest memories from my youth were the happy times we spent together as a family. I don't think cheap plastic crap has any permanence beyond whatever fleeting gratification they provide at a given moment.

Anonymous said...

Hey! I liked it, stop beating up on yourself. You made me smile to remember the way we used to amuse ourselves a long time ago. We didn't need a truckload of toys to do it either! Kids today don't even know how to use their imaginations half the time. Thanks for the memory trip!

paisley said...

i wonder what the world will be like when the video game generation is running things?????

Liza on Maui said...

I hear what you're saying....

Great scribbling - I enjoysed it so well.

Tumblewords: said...

Oh, my gosh - this is some fun poetry. I get the whole picture along with a smile!

Jen B said...

I thought the poetry was good! It reminded me of the days of playing in the woods across the street. Ah, the beasts we'd sleigh and the princes that would save us! (or us them!)

Jeni said...

I really loved this as it sure took me back to my childhood days! Although I've never been a real "early riser" if the weather was half-way decent (meaning dry), I was usually out of the house and running all over town by 11 a.m., the latest and the only time my Mom saw me after that was to run in and grab some kind of sandwich and off I'd go again usually until it was very dark! My kids didn't roam quite as much as I did but they were always outside someplace whenever possible. Now, the 16-year-old here - I think it would take a stick of dynamite to blast her out of the house, to go to a friends and do ANYTHING remotely like "playing" other than some computer stuff. (And she was that way when she was 10-11 years old too - not in the least motivated to do anything like you described or what I did as a kid -or even like my kids did. I dunno there - so much fun down the tubes and missed ya know. said...

You know how I love memory pieces and this poem is one of the best I've read in awhile. Really great read Patois. Thanks~

By the way I've nominated you for the A Roar For Powerful Words Award.



Anonymous said...

I could relate to this. I do not have kids of my own. However my nephews and nieces sometimes measure my love for them with what I can buy for them. It hurts too...

Jo said...

Yes, I also hate plastic crap from the shop, I didn't have any of it, had much more fun outside. If only....

Gina said...

I agree with you that children are being raised differently than we were, although I was pretty cloistered myself.

Anonymous said...

I'll be damned if you don't have poetry in you, woman! Great work and I love the sentiment you are expressing here. I'm working on mine, and it'll be up in a while.

Anonymous said...

I think the same thing about what my kids will think. But, it really wasn't until I had kid that I saw all the good stuff. Perception is great.
You did awesome on this.

Amy said...

i don't think you have anything to be sorry about here. good work!

jenica said...

i liked your poem! i too often wonder how my kids will view their childhood. i keep on showing them pictures of the fun things we have done to try to make everything seem wondeful in their minds. would that qualify as manipulative??? hehe

sister AE said...

I like your poem, too.
I also spend hours and hours and hours outside (whenever my mom could get my nose out of a book!)


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