I Still Wander There Not too sure what is running through my heart, makes me keep running back to where I started, skipping down the red dirt way of memory lane, trying to find what it is I might've left behind. Could be a word, a smell, or something tasty, might bring you right back in front of me. I'm expecting you to come walking right back, carrying that sack, as we hiked along the tracks. You stand like weathered statues in my mind as it harkens back to those earlier times. When I return, I expect you here to find. Back in the days when candy cigarettes turned to dares of smoke upon the breath. Where we dressed in plaid and cowboy hats, roamed for many hours, dodging trains. Imagine that. When we swung from the rafters of the rail house, bouncing upon mattresses as though we could fly. We trekked beyond our clone a homes and out, fleeing to the freedom of the fields and hilltops where we climbed up the hay bails to reach the sky. The pavement said, "Dead End," but we just couldn't yield. We gathered in a circle on some dusty farmer's field, held our hands up in a pledge to save this very earth, and sang "This Land is your Land," without knowing every verse.
This is a throwback poem from a previously published book. I’ll be posting throwbacks every Wednesday.
This is based on actual childhood memories of growing up in Enid, Oklahoma. Having moved from Oklahoma 16 years ago, I keep returning to these places in my mind.
Id Biscuits is D.L. Lang's sixth poetry book. This 200 page volume contains topical poetry, autobiographical poems, spiritual poems, and story poems.