A Thirst for Knowledge
A game of Scrub in 1952 meant
adults and children brought
gloves bats and balls
old shirts for bases
and teams made up from the
Veteran’s town-site where
babies arrived like mushrooms
after World War 11 now
providing players in a
neighbourhood
of noisy baseball activity.
These veterans rekindled
lost boyhood years
through hard-earned time together.
After each game children
tucked away disappointments
then remembered
treasures at the creek adjacent
our housing development
an excitement for eager eyes.
“Look! Look!”
someone would exclaim
holding their prize
aloft like a flag of conquest
not understanding
one day such items would form
the basis of our
journey into manhood.
© 2009 Richard L. Provencher
Comments
Nathan Bednarek | October 15, 2009 - 23:18
I really like this- the last stanza in particular.
Of course it would be Football instead of baseball in Britain ;-p
Well done.
Nathan.
Richard L. Prov... | October 16, 2009 - 02:41
Thank you, Nathan. It's funny how different areas have desires for something other than another area. ie. in Northern Quebec where I grew up, everyone drank tea, not coffee. When I moved to Toronto in 1965, it was the reverse. Strange, eh? Richard