I miss the days
of jumping rope,
- Popsickles for
less than a buck !
A dirty word meant
mom with soap,
And where is that
ice-cream truck ?
Cracker-jacks with
little prizes,
Paper Dolls and
old Cartoons
Baseball games
- kids of all sizes,
And popcorn on
Saturday afternoons !
'Simon-Says' and
'Olley-Olley-Oop',
'Mother-May-I',
'Red-Rover, Red-Rover'
Gone is the truck
with my double scoop
And tune that played
over and over !
So few children
still make mud pies
In the dirt with
mom's old pans
'Hide-n-go-seek
to close your eyes
And neighbors with
lemonade stands.
Maybe they're hiding
behind a television set,
Or somewhere near
a video arcade ?
That icecream truck
I can't forget
And the wonderful
tune it played.
Author/Poem Written
By:
Tammy Boatman-Young
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