Juan Olivarez

Silver Star - 3,667 Points (september 12 / nyssa oregon)

The Little Wooden Store - Poem by Juan Olivarez

We used to walk to the little wooden store,
five blocks from the house, not very much more.
a quarter was all we had in our hands,
but we were the richest kids in the land.

Across the train tracks, and an old market road,
where all kinds of vehicles carried their loads,
to the little wooden store, we went every day,
laughing and running all of the way.

A bottle of coke was what we had in mind,
then we'd put in some peanuts, man, that was so fine,
outside the store we'd sit in the sun,
just drinking our sodas, till the day was done.

Then we'd walk back, in the Lonestar twilight,
away from the little wooden store, and the coming night,
we were so happy youthful and free,
that little wooden store, meant the world to me.

I dedicate this poem to my brother, and my very best friend, Jose Luis Elizondo, who is always there for me. Since we were kids to the present day. What would I do without you. I love you Pepe,

5/11/10 29 palms ca.

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Comments about The Little Wooden Store by Juan Olivarez

  • Valerie Dohren (7/9/2013 2:22:00 PM)

    A lovely poem indeed Juan - it was the school tuck shop for me. Great memories to capture. You could do an edit, give it a different title and post it again, and you may get more hits for your loved write. (Report) Reply

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  • Matt Mooney (5/13/2010 12:31:00 PM)

    That's a gem of a poem-I don't know it but I can picture it now. Every child should have an experience like this to look back on.You have to slow down to really relish the memory. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, March 9, 2012

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