Six Dimes
We lived above the Baptist church.
A converted warehouse, small but home.
The front yard – concrete.
Hopscotch, jumprope, bicycles
Endured without shade.
Once a drunk walked by and gave
Us change for icecream.
We hid the dimes in the
letters on the building.
C-H-U-R-C-H
It worried us to keep them.
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I love this poem.
Thank you, Shaun.
nice!
terrific poem… loved the ending… and certainly remember those days of playing outside enduring without shade… those were the days…
Home is where . . .
concrete or not, it is there where we need for it to be . . . lovely work
Bruce
You are so clever!