Jim Milks

Rookie - 0 Points (2/7/1966 / Boston)

Adventures In Toyland - Poem by Jim Milks

Through the darkness wanders my GI Joe
Past the Lincoln Log house aglow
From the dotted light of a Lite-Brite
To the toy box in the corner
Past the game of Twister
Left out by my little sister
The clattering sound of my
Rock’em Sock’em Robots
Fills the air Catching
GI Joe quite unaware
He slips past the half-built Erector Set
Hiding in the shadows
His body a mere silhouette
Lifting the lid and slipping inside
Nestled in amongst the childhood memories
This is where he will live
where happiness resides


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Comments about Adventures In Toyland by Jim Milks

  • Rookie Greenwolfe 1962 (4/8/2008 12:20:00 PM)

    I didn't have a GI Joe, I had the blue and the grey.
    Same adventurous stuff.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 2, 2011

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