Down The Road We Came
Hot sand on our bare feet as down the road we came,
Carrying a stick, laughing quick, life was just a game.
Throwing a rock, kicking sand, waiting for the rain,
Whistling loud, mocking the birds, up and down the lane.
Swimming in the water hole, fishing in the creek,
Nothing sad, nothing bad, no happiness to seek.
Through the woods, we quietly ran to surprise a prey
Slingshots ready, rocks aplenty, hunting each day.
Close encounters with crawling critters gave us fright,
A slight at school, act the fool, enough for a fight.
Now I travel down the road many miles per hour.
In a hurry, lots of worry, life is so sour.
No smile, just shake my fist at drivers in my way
No happiness, peace and bliss, nothing nice to say.
Then my mind drifts away to days so long ago,
When my special friend and I lived life with a glow.
I moved away one winter Day; it made me sad.
Life was so very different; life was good and bad,
I cherish that time, we had, no fortune or fame
We were just happy little boys; down the road we came.
Robert Hewett Sr. was born in 1933 on a Texas cotton farm. He moved to Oklahoma City at Age 14 and entered the U. S Army from there in 1953. Robert has been writing poetry and short stories for his family and himself since his teen years, but is just now publishing his collection of works. His hobbies include writing poetry and stories; clock and watch collections; gardening and growing flowers and shrubs from cuttings. Most of his poetry tells a story, a gift from his father who was a master story teller. He has received numerous awards for his work in his professional life and for his writing. You can find some of his writings at "roberthewettsr.hubpages.com"