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BB GUN
set out pots to catch the leaks
money's gone until next week
baby's room is hot as hell
fill the sink to get him chill
beans and cornbread
powdered moo
Peanut butter
Kool-aid, too
poor weren't never all that bad
hand-me-downs just make me sad
ricky's big ol' jeans ain't cool
fight them bullies after school
mom, i want a BB gun
shoot their butts and make 'em run
money's gone until next week
baby's room is hot as hell
fill the sink to get him chill
beans and cornbread
powdered moo
Peanut butter
Kool-aid, too
poor weren't never all that bad
hand-me-downs just make me sad
ricky's big ol' jeans ain't cool
fight them bullies after school
mom, i want a BB gun
shoot their butts and make 'em run
Published 5th Aug 2020
Author's Note
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-vacant-lot/
I started writing about the little house I grew up in and wound up with this poem.
The house fell down, the memories are indelible.
I never was much for fisticuffs, nor did I ever I get a BB gun to shoot at my tormentors.
I started writing about the little house I grew up in and wound up with this poem.
The house fell down, the memories are indelible.
I never was much for fisticuffs, nor did I ever I get a BB gun to shoot at my tormentors.
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5th Aug 2020 2:12pm
Red Ryder BB, every kids wish. I HAD 2, wore the first one out.... simpler days J... hindsight is a wonderful thing...🌹🌹💕
5th Aug 2020 3:26pm
Thank you, A.
I didn't know we were "poor" until I got into school. Even then, home was a sanctuary. And heck yeah...wanted that BB gun.
I didn't know we were "poor" until I got into school. Even then, home was a sanctuary. And heck yeah...wanted that BB gun.
5th Aug 2020 2:19pm
Nice imagery ... nostalgia with this ... tells an authentic story ... delightful ...
5th Aug 2020 3:37pm
Thank you so much, L.
I have been by the lot on which our house, which my father built by hand, stood, and it was an amazing experience though I saw no evidence we ever lived there.
A clean break, I guess.
I have been by the lot on which our house, which my father built by hand, stood, and it was an amazing experience though I saw no evidence we ever lived there.
A clean break, I guess.
5th Aug 2020 2:38pm
Good thing! You could'a shot your eye out! I couldn't help but think in part of that movie, Jav. It's a classic.
This is a very interesting perspective from Brooks' poem that I enjoyed. You, as she, made it personal. Thank you for supporting the classics, and best of luck in the judging.
This is a very interesting perspective from Brooks' poem that I enjoyed. You, as she, made it personal. Thank you for supporting the classics, and best of luck in the judging.
5th Aug 2020 3:44pm
Hey ...I love the classics, so thank you.
And thanks so much for reading and commenting.
It's always a pleasure hearing from you.
And thanks so much for reading and commenting.
It's always a pleasure hearing from you.
5th Aug 2020 4:09pm
Dear J,
A wonderful peek into your growing up period. I admire your description of handling the foe’s in your world at the time and wanting that elusive BB gun, I did feel for a moment, hidden between the lines there was a safety net being home with your family and your going back to the spot of your childhood home was very poignant. Great write, all the best in the comp. H🌷
A wonderful peek into your growing up period. I admire your description of handling the foe’s in your world at the time and wanting that elusive BB gun, I did feel for a moment, hidden between the lines there was a safety net being home with your family and your going back to the spot of your childhood home was very poignant. Great write, all the best in the comp. H🌷
5th Aug 2020 4:46pm
Thank you, H.
There were simple pleasures and great joy brought from small things -- good memories despite whatever hardship there was.
Thanks so much for your thoughtful comments. I'm happy you enjoyed my poem.
There were simple pleasures and great joy brought from small things -- good memories despite whatever hardship there was.
Thanks so much for your thoughtful comments. I'm happy you enjoyed my poem.
Anonymous
5th Aug 2020 5:06pm
Hahahaha! While the house in Brooks's poem was the true spectator, you owned this right from the get go with the leak catching pots and a child's perspective. Thanks for entering, Jav. Good luck in the judging!
