A sonnet to the outhouse
I remember childhood country biffy
A place to contemplate, without an end
I could my little kingdom soon befriend
And Never I’d be ready in a jiffy
I watched the patch of sunlight move around
And magazine reread another time
And perhaps sometime little slimy grime
The freedom such I take it lying down
The odor something getting happy with
Oh, was just a part of what defines you
The only problem was the growing queue
And then I had to go and leave my pith
A song of happy times in childhood john
Those happy times are longtime left and gone
Hi I think this is really beeutiful 🙂 and so well written that each reader would be taken aback in their own memories of childhood when things never seemed so rushed nor complicated and watching a patch of sunlight could be as wonderful as the clouds changing shapes .. :)) always beez
Thank you so much.
Very nice. I enjoyed this whimsical memory.
I’m engaged in a desire to see a writer’s site from the beginning, so therefore, I am beginning with yours.
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Thanks for sharing this link back to your “beginning” as a blogger and poet. Fun piece, and I can see that you have developed a lot since then too!
🙂 yes… that’s what fun with blogging…