While we were strolling down Autumn Avenue,
Wondering where we should go and what we should do,
We happened to walk near a home of a man
who was selling haute dogs and soda in a can
and hanging from branches were coats of all sizes
large ones and small ones and some that'd won prizes.
An extra large table had shirts galore
and behind it stood a man, running his store.
I ventured a greeting, and he shook my hand tightly.
He said, "Nice to meet you doll" and took me back, slightly.
He looked over our group and saw a strong boy
and sized him right over with eyes quick and coy.
"Ya play sports, there laddy? Now do ya?" He quizzed.
The boy said, "yeah," his head started to whizz.
When he learned the boy did, he strongly declared,
With a chest puffed with pride and teeth boldly bared,
"you's come here anytime, and play with my boys
We love to play sports and have all the toys"
We chatted a moment, then left the yard sale
There was nothing we left with except this fine tale
Of the man down the street who nicknamed me doll,
and called my son laddy....quite strange to us all.
5 comments:
This poem is so great, Kerri! You paint a perfect picture of him. A lovable, big hearted, un-selfconscious stranger. As you say, "quite strange to us all." I love those kind of people - the ones who like you and want you around without knowing a thing about you. I love it! Thanks for posting the story.
very beautiful and touching story, auntie ker. you should be a poet. have you ever gone back there?
apparently you don't go to my blog very often cuz im not on your daily blogs! i feel rejected! :0
skittles, I check your blog all the time! It's a favorite of mine :)
I didn't post yours because it's a private blog and I didn't want to frustrate everyone who wishes they were on your invitation list.
Yours is the coolest!
Your quaint little story did bring me a smile
And made me think I should go walk for a while
For as a gal looking down the barrel of forty
I think that I'd relish being called "doll" or "sporty"
I must say, the people we've met here have been colorful, delightful, kind, generous, and simply a treat!
I have taken to calling Jackson, "Laddy" now...I rather like it.
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