Paint me a picture of your younger days
Dust off the cobwebs, clear the fog and haze
Take me back to a time of innocence
A time when life more easily made sense
Memories of a lifetime gone by
Nostalgia brings me back, my oh my
Paint me a picture of what life was like
Growing up in your world while just a little tyke
Of Saturday mornings on swing sets you’d swing
Playing baseball, what joy it would bring
Remember Mighty Mouse and what he'd say
"Here I come to save the day"
And who could forget Johnny Quest
With Haji, Bandit and all the rest
With your best friend, a walk to the corner store
A dollar in your pocket, sometimes even more
In a box of Cracker Jacks, a surprise you’ll find
Or of balsawood planes, propellers to wind
Why one of my favorites I think
Was that little green Rat Fink
Watching Walt Disney on Sunday nights
Fantastic Features and Mr. Feep, what frights
The Outer Limits was all of that
Monster movies, in theaters we sat
And, hey hey, how ‘bout those Monkees tunes
Before that was Beatles cartoons
Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard
Those Knuckleheads, in my life they towered
Mo, Larry cheese
Mo, Larry cheese
Mister Ed, Sullivan or the horse?
With Topo Gigo and Wilbur of course
Lassie and Timmy gave our hearts joy
What a relationship between a dog and a boy
From Branded to The Rifleman
Chuck Connors, a Boston Celtic, I remember him
Cassius Clay, a champion was he
Floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee
Paint me a picture in Technicolor please
All day long, I can reminisce memories like these
Copyright © Accidental Poet 2002
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Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Here's another of my oldest poems.
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Fine reminiscences AP, we all have them in our memories.
Andy
And long live those memories Andy. Thanks for the read.
Good write AP.
I remember when.... I wrote the occasional poem from about 1992 onwards. Huge gaps in writing though, until 'regular' poems about 4 years ago.
I'm the opposite Orchi. I used to write at least everyday, sometimes 2 or 3 a day. Now, I end up reaching back to what I wrote, and only on occasion does my lyrical wheels turn. Thanks for your comments and the read.
Super work AP - I'll paint you a picture any day - just give me a subject.
Hmm, I believe I've been challenged. How about the look of love.
Now that is a challenge.
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