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Toys of The Innocents

Updated on March 2, 2016

There was a day when

"We" ruled the road with steel, rubber, and pink soda pops
To and fro, rain, mud, sun. From daybreak 'til light stops.
We were "their" thrill--our bodies of steel
Just lookin' for a black top for tires to peel.

Their purpose now fulfilled

Now they sit silent and still
Through with the spills, hills and hospital bills.
A mother's scream. A daddy's dream
And one step closer to a sibling team.

In dust, mire, skinned knees, flat tires and dog bites deep
My three dare-devils rode the wind sowing seeds of laughter to reap.
Three various ages, yells, screams, and innumerable rages
Somehow they knew that youth ne'er evolved in silken stages, but ended
in printed memories on Biblical pages.


Toys now still, having fulfilled their will

Angels with envious faces watched the three win endless races
Waving at friends, end over end, and wore true innocent faces.
Racing the unseen foe from dawn 'til dusky eve
Ne'er dreaming that they would outrun the "thief."

So now there they sit silent and still
Having satisfied dare-devils' thrill.
Slowly rusting in winds-a gusting
Three dare-devils dream of dream's gold dusting
Whilst "we" dwell of hills bested fierce and steep
And a grandpa's pride still bursting.



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      Kenneth Avery 20 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Dearest bravewarrior,

      Thank you, most-dear Friend, for your very kind remarks.

      I am thrilled that this hub caused you to recall those perfect memories of childhood. I may not move them because I cannot say for sure (right now) if any or all three grandkids will marry and have kids or not.

      But what great blessings they are.

      Love you.


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      Shauna L Bowling 20 months ago from Central Florida

      I love this, Kenneth. It brought to mind my own childhood. My bicycle took me on so many adventures. The parked bikes in your photo are waiting for the next generations to pick up where we left off!

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      Kenneth Avery 21 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Dear sweet BlossomSB,

      You are welcome. I have been missing you and I am glad that you are writing someone's memoirs. What an adventure this must be.

      You have given me a great idea!

      I am going to show THIS hub to my grandkids the next time we have them in our home.

      Thank you for this wonderful idea.

      Write me anytime.


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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 21 months ago from Victoria, Australia

      Thank you for missing me! That's lovely. For several months I've been going through the diaries and letters of a friend who will soon be 96, and writing her memoirs. The cover is being designed by one of the people from at the moment, so I have some free time. I think your grandkids would be delighted to know that their toys and exploits were in print.

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      Kenneth Avery 21 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama

      Hi, BlossomSB,

      I have missed hearing from you. Have have you been?

      I hope that you have been well along with your family and friends.

      Thank you kindly for your sweet comments. I did my best, but could not achieve my style of Abstract/Prose poetry, but when it was finished, I read it over and realized, this was about MY grandkids.

      And they do not know that I did this.

      Should I wait until they are grown?

      Take care.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 21 months ago from Victoria, Australia

      Love your poems! The toys of yesteryear are so evocative of many happy memories - of our own adventures, our children's, our grandchildren's. Still waiting for the 'greats' and the joys yet to come.