My favourite place to find treasures was along the railroad tracks behind my house. |
The Pockets of my childhood held many things. Interesting bits and pieces; Any bit of natural charms That caught my eye Found its way Into my pocket. Nothing stolen, Only borrowed As I walked the trails With my mother or Grandfather; As I climbed the hill out back And walked the train tracks. One favourite treasure was the round hard black pellets Of Iron ore. Heavy, solid Perfectly round Like marbles. I would collect them up As I walked along the tracks. My only problem Was not taking my treasures out Before the wash day came. I don't know how many times My mother had to yell And curse those blasted Iron ore pellets. They did not do well in the wash And the washing machine Did not enjoy their clatter... I am sure my mother thought They would break the thing. But no matter how many times She told me to clear my pockets out And not bring home those dirty pellets I did it anyway Because they were such a marvelous find Train treasures lost on their way But found my me To save their day. 40 lines. {dropnote:"Prompt for: Jan 8, 2016 (fyn)} Subject or Theme: Pockets! Lint-lined, emptied, unemptied, full of change or loose screws, a place to warm cold hands, sewn shut or containing treasures...what's in your pockets? No restriction on words today; no required words, no forbidden words! Additional Parameters: A minimum of 18 lines, rhyming or not. |