Nothing like old news!

Ah, to be a paperboy again!  This dates back about 75 years ago when I was a whippersnapper. …….  Today, I may be a poet.

My ears fill with the metered hiss

Of the wound- tight newspapers

As they sail into the porches

Of my Beachmont  route

Composing a riff of rhythmic thuds,

as they break the silence of the moist Kentucky morn

Now and then an impatient subscriber ventures out

To retrieve or catch the news in flight;

Their robes clutched about them

And, treating me to an occasional wave,

Each paper, a payment on my self esteem

And, a sponsor of a fresh doughnut…..

First-customer delivered , for my trip home

Along the long downhill bridle path

Recently, I visited those same spaces

Some seventy years hence, via the internet

All of those sweet little houses

That once relished fresh news

Had gone sour with the push of time;

They were smaller and ill-kept…..barely newsworthy

The old images that I had rolled up tight and savored

These many years in proud recollection,

Fell upon the ground in sorry disappointment

Failing to land anywhere intended.

I should have left them in my bag !

Some memories are like that

Yet, many others provide the balance.





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I am a retired great grandfather, father of four; a writer (long time blogger) and visual artist. And, most importantly,a believer in the power of God to change lives..

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