LOOKING BACK
I see them now, the friends of my childhood.
We had the run of the Pine Hill neighborhood:
Out on the vacant lot swinging at softballs,
Called home by porch bells and whistles at nightfall.
Pauline was my first mate, found at age three.
Then there were Millie and Peewee and Jeanne.
We walked as a foursome to the Anderson School,
Played Cowboys and Injuns in adjacent woods.
Weekends and evenings older brothers joined in
For Kick the Can, Ringolivio or Sardines,
Scrambled on cliffs overlooking the hospital,
(Conveniently placed should one of us fall)
Or perhaps tried a game of croquet in our yard,
Rollerskating or biking or rainy day cards.
Those were Depression days, parents worked hard.
Those were our glory days, fondly remembered.
(Inspired by our Chorus’ rendering of “Song for the Mira”
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