From the Ruts of a Wagon Train Long Past.
From The Ruts Of A Wagon Train Long Past.
I took quarters in a bunk bed, two stories slept there comfortably, sisterly love ensconced above and down below... just me, back when we were both wee. Sweet dreams were wrought there nightly, under a huge Roy Rogers spread, when cowboy gear was king, and up above you'd find the head of my Sister draped in Barbie pink, a current young girl thing. How often Sunday afternoons, we'd wile away the day, changing bunks to covered wagons, where as western folk we'd play, Our horse was but a rocker, two sheets our covered hoop, as we traveled on vast prairies, down their grassy slopes we'd swoop. It was a very special place where often we would both explore, a world beyond the projects, in a time when we were poor. We traveled on as age crept in, and set our feet to wander, that bunk bed's in a landfill now, but still moves me to ponder. How rapidly life slips away, beneath the wheels of time, and working days replace the play, back in that simpler time. Cowboys have faded like the sheets, that once made westerns real, though Barbie dolls still grace the malls, and offer vast appeal. But we've both lost our childhood days, somewhere near Donner's pass, since age consumed the flesh of youth, we face a huge impasse. Where we can never go back home, and loathe our moving on, towards what lies over yonder ridge, where other souls have gone.
But sibling love has carried us
through all life's ups and downs
and I take comfort in knowing
that you've always been around
And though the ride ahead is tough
I know that you are tough enough
You'll breeze on thorough this Donner's pass
and be home soon and healing fast
I love You Skinny Minnie........Fred.
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III