Wooden Pennies Poem by Christine K. Trease

Tarnished wooden pennies
Naked ladies wore a smile
Twisted silhouetted slats
colored with desire

Hands clench the money
that waits to be paid
For a peep through the wooden fence
at what cannot be said

Long lines are rocking through
the blue-horizon trees
Love and lust has brought a many
good man to their knees

Peering through the knotholes
at what should not be seen
Especially not by one as fair
as a young boy of fourteen