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Shortcut Through the Woods; poem

Poetry By: Mike Stevens

Childhood memories!

Submitted:Apr 10, 2013    Reads: 11    Comments: 6    Likes: 1   

Shortcut Through the Woods

Growing up in Preston, seems like we kids

never lacked for excitement or something to do

A tree house became a fortress, a fern became a spear

Surrounded by woods, a trail became a freeway

The weatherman said there was a chance of snow,

so I'd spend hours gazing up at the streetlight,

seeing if his prediction came true, and being depressed

when promised snow failed to begin to fall

Sleeping outside during the summer; listening to the rare car

drive past, on their way to god-knows-where

Hour upon hour shooting hoops behind our house,

At the community tennis courts; pretending that a little kid

could become the first 10 year old to make the pros

Running to see when the siren blew,

watching as our dads raced to the station

Running all over town; every neighbor knowing where you were

Pretending I was a pro quarterback downstairs in the hall

My cousin Cristy and I, writing and performing a play there

on the spot; and our poor moms made up our audience.

duly clapping and encouraging us; even though

I'm sure the plays made little to no sense,

but boy, did we have fun!

Bicycle jumping on the Church Hill in the summer;

Sledding in the winter; but snow happened all-too rarely

Death-defying high-speed bike rides on Demon's (more commonly

called Cemetery Hill), to see if you could break the sound barrier,

or at least so it seemed to us kids!

Answering a call from your friend

Taking the freeway shortcut though the woods!


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