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Years ago I could sit
All day on that chair
My body settled in cushions
Much bigger then than now
Half awake I hear the radio
Lucille, once again
Picked a prime time to leave
I fall back, half asleep
The audience yells, I come to
Higher they try to persuade
But on the couch he says lower
And from the kitchen she calls higher
Only Bob Barker knows for sure
Outside I play amongst the sound
Of locusts (or something clattering)
Once again the ball lands in my glove
Another perfect game,
At least twenty that summer
She calls for me
Fresh Lemonade,
And that chair once again
Out of the window I could see
He picked something from the ground
She starts to stir in the kitchen
I can smell that it’s close to lunch
We talk baseball over gnocchis
She is impressed with how much I know
And he is sure that the Phillies
Will sweep the double header that night
They teach me how to play backgammon
And let me win, once or twice
Back in the chair I dream
Of double sixes upon the dice
I hear them chatting on the porch
They have the game on the radio
Harry announces the line up
As we bite into juicy pears
The Phillies must have lost that night
He complained about the pitching
She complained about the umpires
But still we knew
It was a good night
After all what more could a boy want
Than summertime with his Grandparents
All day on that chair
My body settled in cushions
Much bigger then than now
Half awake I hear the radio
Lucille, once again
Picked a prime time to leave
I fall back, half asleep
The audience yells, I come to
Higher they try to persuade
But on the couch he says lower
And from the kitchen she calls higher
Only Bob Barker knows for sure
Outside I play amongst the sound
Of locusts (or something clattering)
Once again the ball lands in my glove
Another perfect game,
At least twenty that summer
She calls for me
Fresh Lemonade,
And that chair once again
Out of the window I could see
He picked something from the ground
She starts to stir in the kitchen
I can smell that it’s close to lunch
We talk baseball over gnocchis
She is impressed with how much I know
And he is sure that the Phillies
Will sweep the double header that night
They teach me how to play backgammon
And let me win, once or twice
Back in the chair I dream
Of double sixes upon the dice
I hear them chatting on the porch
They have the game on the radio
Harry announces the line up
As we bite into juicy pears
The Phillies must have lost that night
He complained about the pitching
She complained about the umpires
But still we knew
It was a good night
After all what more could a boy want
Than summertime with his Grandparents
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Hello my dear friends whom I have not talked to in so long Life is good. Hope it is for you as well.
I have not written anything in quite sometime so I may be rusty. I was asked by my Grandparents to write a poem for them for their 60th wedding anniversary party this Sunday. I said sure
I need some critique here please if you can, gramatically and everything. Don't be shy I think I am supposed to read it at the party so I am counting on you!
I have not written anything in quite sometime so I may be rusty. I was asked by my Grandparents to write a poem for them for their 60th wedding anniversary party this Sunday. I said sure
I need some critique here please if you can, gramatically and everything. Don't be shy I think I am supposed to read it at the party so I am counting on you!
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i was confused with all the pronouns at first. the second read was much clearer to me.
lovely images and well written. definite fav.
lovely images and well written. definite fav.