Barranquitas

rrodriguez

I remember running the dusty plains  

Nestled in the mountain near my town 

The memories flow inundating my thoughts 

When I think of you quaint Barranquitas 

 

They were years of childish playing and fun 

We chased sugar cane laden trucks struggling to climb 

Pulling the stalks from the back of the truck 

And throwing them to the side of the road

 

As darkness fell, we played hide and seek 

We played until we were called to come and eat  

 

Barranquitas was my boyhood playground— 

A place to run, fly kites, and rivers swim. 

 

  • Author: rrodriguez (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 5th, 2016 10:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: Remembering where I grew up as a child in Barranquitas, P.R.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • willyweed

    its funny the things we remember
    oh simple days where have you gone?
    much enjoyed this piece you pen.
    excellent write! ww

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    THANKS ROBERTO ~ As usual an elegant poem (like the italic script !) full of sagacity and reminiscences ! My childhood memories (raised in Liverpool ~ no mean City) are always the most vivid ! Barefoot occasionally on the damp dirty City Streets ! We had no sugar cane ~ but we flew (home made) kites and swam in the rat infested canal ! Thanks for the memory HASTA LA VISTA ~ BRIAN

  • rrodriguez

    Thank you all! This is really nice!

  • rrodriguez

    I was born in Rio Piedras, P.R.



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