
My neighbor and I went stargazing in the back of my big brother's pickup. And so a poem is born. ...I love my neighborhood...
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 241 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-21-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2308145
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Pickup Truck Memories
The world, it seems, just won't stay still
We're growing up so fast
Neighborhood days are becoming
But memories of the past
But for tonight we've stopped all time
Forever young, for now
In the back of a pickup truck
Future change we disavow
We talk about the 'good old days'
And how things used to be
The summer of lemonade stands
A funeral for a tree
A street wide Civil War we had
The TV show we'd made
The time the tire swing fell down
When the ancient rope had frayed
Bonfires burning 'til midnight
Or when the pool fell down
And playing games we'd invented
Where all of us nearly drowned
The conversation's lulling now
As memories give way
To our thoughts about the future
And we face the fading day
In only a matter of months
The first of us will leave
From the pre-school days to college
We find it hard to believe
We've been through it all together
And all means everything
We watch emerging stars above
Wonder what tomorrow brings
The world, it seems, just won't stay still
We're growing up so fast
Fighting the chance of becoming
But memories of the past
Just for tonight, we'll stop all time
Forever young, for now
In the back of a pickup truck
We'll make all this last somehow
-1/21/07-
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