FORGOTTEN SONG

[jim turner]

Music got into my shoe-free feet
that old May morning
and hop-skipped me down my town’s main street,
loudly and childishly singing.

Neighbors paused, cocked their heads,
merchants frowned from their doors;
late sleepers leapt from their wakened beds
and listened at windows, up two floors.
Three teens turned off their shoving match and stared;
our bow-tied music teacher winced and glared.

Poor thing, tsk’ed a sister,
he ought to be pitied.
No way, sniffed a mister,
he should be committed.

So somebody called a psychiatrist,
and somebody fetched our cop.
But nobody shook a threatening fist
and nobody told me to stop.

I recollect the month was May–
I know it was not December.
But the boyhood song I sang that day?
Don’t ask. I cannot remember.

Jim Revised 5/3/09

[saw]

this could be a specific memory, but nonetheless is effective in a general sense as a snapshot of youthful energy and defiance....of a boy unafraid to prance, ....show off his exuberance .....his carefree self to all the world

as it should be..........nice reflection, jim

[Sue Littleton]

Ah, Jim, you rascally thing! As long as you were only shoeless, not clueless and sky clad! I loved it, by the way.

[dadio]

This brought me from my chair to being there. Good tale and poem, Jim.