My Best Friends - Poem by Juan Olivarez
I watched that clock, upon the wall,
Until the hands struck three.
Then I would run straight through the hall,
There was no teacher, could stop me.
Straight through the orchard I would flee,
And down the bank of the canal.
There were so many things I had to see,
I couldn't fail my t.v. pals.
There was woody woodpecker, and the stooges too,
It all started right at four.
And my pal Gene Autry, so loyal and true.
I'd practically break down my door.
For the next two hours my mind went blank,
As I sat by my t.v. screen.
Into those old shows I fairly sank,
Like a beautiful and precious dream.
And you know it's really funny how,
Those are still the shows I like to see.
With all the trash on t.v. now,
It's really not for geeks like me.
6/10/11 Alton Texas
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