John's poems of...LIFE - LIVING &LOVE...JDJ
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REMINISCING
IT WAS A DIFFERENT TIME:
LIVING IN A SMALL TOWN WE HAD NO CRIME:
WHEN FOLKS LEFT HOME THERE HOUSE WAS NEVER LOCKED:
NOTHING EVER GOT BROKEN INTO STOLEN OR HOCKED:
IN THE TOWN ON EVERY CITY BLOCK:
EVERY NEIGHBOR WAS WATCHING EACH OTHER AND GAWK:
IN A SMALL TOWN JUST FOR BOREDOM OR FUN:
ALL TOWN FOLK KNEW THE BUSINESS OF EVERYONE:
WHO WAS GOOD WHO WAS BAD:
WHO WAS GROUCHY HAPPY OR SAD:
WHAT THEY HAD WHAT THEY DID:
I REMEMBER ALL THE GOSSIP GROWING UP AS A SMALL TOWN MINNESOTA KID:
ALL THE NEIGHBORS TOOK NOTE OF WHO WENT TO CHURCH ON A SUNDAY AND WHO STAYED AT HOME:
PRETTY MUCH EVERYONES BUSINESS WAS KNOWN:
THE LAND O- LAKES DELIVERY TRUCK WOULD DELIVER DOOR TO DOOR FRESH DAIRY MILK BUTTER CHEESE AND MORE:
THERE WAS AN ORDER CHECK LIST WHATEVER YOU CHECKED THE NEXT EARLY MORNING IT WAS SITTING AT YOUR FRONT DOOR:
LIVING IN A SMALL TOWN EVERYDAY PRETTY MUCH WAS THE SAME OLD SAME OLD YOU FOUND:
UNTIL THE EXCITEMENT OF A STRANGER CAME TO TOWN:
WHEN YOU SAW A DIFFERENT CAR WITH OUT OF STATE LICENSE PLATE DRIVE THROUGH:
EVERYONE WAS AWARE WE ALL GOT EXCITED TOO:
WHEN I SAW A CAR WITH A PLATE FROM CALIFORNIA I LOOKED AT THEM LIKE THEY WERE A MOVIE STAR:
I THOUGHT THERY CAME FROM HOLLYWOOD FROM ANOTHER WORLD AWAY SO FAR:
AS A KID GROWING UP IN MINNESOTA SMALL TOWN WINONA TO LIVE IN CALIFORNIA WAS WHERE I WANTED TO BE:
LOOKING AT THE WIDE OPEN OCEANS AND ALL THE PALM TREES:
BUT NOW AS I AM OLDER AND HAVE LIVED IN CALIFORNIA FOR MANY A YEAR:
I REMINICE HOW GROWING UP IN SMALL TOWN WINONA MINNESOTA WE HAD NO FEAR:
WHEN WE HAD A TORNADO WATCH THAT GOT OUR ATTENTION THE MOST:
WE HUDDLED IN THE BASEMENT WHERE IT WAS SAFE AND LISTENED TO THE RADIO CLOSE:
AFTER THE TPRDADO WAS PAST AND THE RADIO GAVE US ALL CLEAR:
FOLKS WOULD ALL GO OUTSIDE TO SURVEY THE DAMAGE DONE FAR AND NEAR:
THE ROUTINE AND LIVING IN A SMALL TOWN IS PRETTY MUCH THE SAME:
FOLKS WOULD NORMALLY TALK ABOUT THE WEATHER IS IT GONNA BE NICE WARM COLD OR CLOUDY AND ARE WE EXPECTING RAIN:
IN MINNESOTA FOR EVERYONE FISHING WAS THE THING TO DO:
WITH 10,000 LAKES IN THE STATE GROWING UP FISHING WAS ALL WE KNEW:
EVEN IN THE WINTER FOLKS BORE A HOLE IN THE ICE:
I ONLY WENT FISHING IN THE WINTER AS A KID TWICE:
I ONCE GOT A RIDE ON A SNOW MOBILE THAT WAS ON THE FROZEN LAKE:
AND WENT FOR A RIDE ON A SLED PULLED BY ALASKAN HUSKIE DOGS WHEN I WAS OUT OF SCHOOL ON CHRISTMAS BREAK ;
DURING THE WINTER WE WOULD FIND A SNOW COVERED STEEP HILL:
CLIMBING TO THE VERY TOP AND FLY DOWN IN OUR SLED IT WAS A THRILL:
THE FOUR SEASONS WOULD ALL COME AND GO:
LIFE IN A SMALL TOWN WAS SLOW PACE AND SAME OLD SAME OLD YOU KNOW:
WE HAD TWO OLD MOVIE THEATERS RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF TOWN:
WHEN THERE WAS A GOOD SHOW PLAYING THERE AT THE MOVIES IN LINE THE TOWN WAS FOUND:
ON THE HOTTEST MOST HUMID SUMMER DAY:
DOWN BY THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER AT THE LEVEE WHERE THERE WAS A COOL BREEZE FOLKS WOULD STAY:
THERE WAS NOTHING AS GRAND AS AN ICE CREAM CONE FROM THE DAIRY QUEEN ON A HOT SUMMER DAY:
IT WAS WORTH EVERY PENNY YOU HAD TO PAY:
ON EVERY SUNDAY WE ALWAYS HAD A BIG FAMILY DINNER:
MOM ALWAYS MADE US CLEAN OUR PLATE SHE WANTED US TO BE HEALTHY NOT THINNER:
AS KIDS WE OWNED THE TOWN:
WE KNEW EVERYBODY AND EVERYTHING AROUND:
THERE WAS THIS HUGE MOUNDS OF SMALL ROCKS THAT THE CITY WOULD USE TO REPAIR THE CITY STREETS :
WE WOULD CLIMB THE THE TOP AND SLIDE DOWN WE THOUGHT IT WAS PRETTY NEAT:
IM REMINISCING NOW WRITING DOWN THINGS THAT HAPPEMED IN MY PAST:
THESE STORIES FOR MY GRANDKIDS I WANT TO PRESERVE SO THEY LAST:
I REMEMBER WHEN IT RAINED IT SOMETIMES CAME POURING DOWN:
THE GREAT THUNDER AND LIGHTNING WAS THE SCARIEST SOUND:
IT WAS FUN TO PLANT A GARDEN AND WATCH IT GROW:
BEFORE LONG YOUR OWN VEGETABLES YOU WOULD BE EATTING YOU KNOW:
I REMEMBER MY GRANDPA SAY THAT IN THE SUMMER NIGHTS YOU COULD HERE THE MINNESOTA CORN GROW:
THEY GREW UP TO SEVEN FEET HIGH OR SO:
HUNTING IN MINNESOTA WAS NOT MY THING:
DEATH TO ANY ANIMAL I DIDNT WANT TO BRING:
BUT FISHING AS A KID IS WHAT I LOVED MOST:
I WAS SO PROUD TO BRING HOME THE FISH I CAUGHT SO I COULD BRAG AND BOAST:
GROWING UP IN MINNESOTA TALL:
I WILL REMEMBER FOR ALL MY LIFE THESE SEASONS OF WINTER SPRING SUMMER AND FALL:
12--JULY--2010:
JOHN D. JUNGERS
LIVING IN A SMALL TOWN WE HAD NO CRIME:
WHEN FOLKS LEFT HOME THERE HOUSE WAS NEVER LOCKED:
NOTHING EVER GOT BROKEN INTO STOLEN OR HOCKED:
IN THE TOWN ON EVERY CITY BLOCK:
EVERY NEIGHBOR WAS WATCHING EACH OTHER AND GAWK:
IN A SMALL TOWN JUST FOR BOREDOM OR FUN:
ALL TOWN FOLK KNEW THE BUSINESS OF EVERYONE:
WHO WAS GOOD WHO WAS BAD:
WHO WAS GROUCHY HAPPY OR SAD:
WHAT THEY HAD WHAT THEY DID:
I REMEMBER ALL THE GOSSIP GROWING UP AS A SMALL TOWN MINNESOTA KID:
ALL THE NEIGHBORS TOOK NOTE OF WHO WENT TO CHURCH ON A SUNDAY AND WHO STAYED AT HOME:
PRETTY MUCH EVERYONES BUSINESS WAS KNOWN:
THE LAND O- LAKES DELIVERY TRUCK WOULD DELIVER DOOR TO DOOR FRESH DAIRY MILK BUTTER CHEESE AND MORE:
THERE WAS AN ORDER CHECK LIST WHATEVER YOU CHECKED THE NEXT EARLY MORNING IT WAS SITTING AT YOUR FRONT DOOR:
LIVING IN A SMALL TOWN EVERYDAY PRETTY MUCH WAS THE SAME OLD SAME OLD YOU FOUND:
UNTIL THE EXCITEMENT OF A STRANGER CAME TO TOWN:
WHEN YOU SAW A DIFFERENT CAR WITH OUT OF STATE LICENSE PLATE DRIVE THROUGH:
EVERYONE WAS AWARE WE ALL GOT EXCITED TOO:
WHEN I SAW A CAR WITH A PLATE FROM CALIFORNIA I LOOKED AT THEM LIKE THEY WERE A MOVIE STAR:
I THOUGHT THERY CAME FROM HOLLYWOOD FROM ANOTHER WORLD AWAY SO FAR:
AS A KID GROWING UP IN MINNESOTA SMALL TOWN WINONA TO LIVE IN CALIFORNIA WAS WHERE I WANTED TO BE:
LOOKING AT THE WIDE OPEN OCEANS AND ALL THE PALM TREES:
BUT NOW AS I AM OLDER AND HAVE LIVED IN CALIFORNIA FOR MANY A YEAR:
I REMINICE HOW GROWING UP IN SMALL TOWN WINONA MINNESOTA WE HAD NO FEAR:
WHEN WE HAD A TORNADO WATCH THAT GOT OUR ATTENTION THE MOST:
WE HUDDLED IN THE BASEMENT WHERE IT WAS SAFE AND LISTENED TO THE RADIO CLOSE:
AFTER THE TPRDADO WAS PAST AND THE RADIO GAVE US ALL CLEAR:
FOLKS WOULD ALL GO OUTSIDE TO SURVEY THE DAMAGE DONE FAR AND NEAR:
THE ROUTINE AND LIVING IN A SMALL TOWN IS PRETTY MUCH THE SAME:
FOLKS WOULD NORMALLY TALK ABOUT THE WEATHER IS IT GONNA BE NICE WARM COLD OR CLOUDY AND ARE WE EXPECTING RAIN:
IN MINNESOTA FOR EVERYONE FISHING WAS THE THING TO DO:
WITH 10,000 LAKES IN THE STATE GROWING UP FISHING WAS ALL WE KNEW:
EVEN IN THE WINTER FOLKS BORE A HOLE IN THE ICE:
I ONLY WENT FISHING IN THE WINTER AS A KID TWICE:
I ONCE GOT A RIDE ON A SNOW MOBILE THAT WAS ON THE FROZEN LAKE:
AND WENT FOR A RIDE ON A SLED PULLED BY ALASKAN HUSKIE DOGS WHEN I WAS OUT OF SCHOOL ON CHRISTMAS BREAK ;
DURING THE WINTER WE WOULD FIND A SNOW COVERED STEEP HILL:
CLIMBING TO THE VERY TOP AND FLY DOWN IN OUR SLED IT WAS A THRILL:
THE FOUR SEASONS WOULD ALL COME AND GO:
LIFE IN A SMALL TOWN WAS SLOW PACE AND SAME OLD SAME OLD YOU KNOW:
WE HAD TWO OLD MOVIE THEATERS RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF TOWN:
WHEN THERE WAS A GOOD SHOW PLAYING THERE AT THE MOVIES IN LINE THE TOWN WAS FOUND:
ON THE HOTTEST MOST HUMID SUMMER DAY:
DOWN BY THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER AT THE LEVEE WHERE THERE WAS A COOL BREEZE FOLKS WOULD STAY:
THERE WAS NOTHING AS GRAND AS AN ICE CREAM CONE FROM THE DAIRY QUEEN ON A HOT SUMMER DAY:
IT WAS WORTH EVERY PENNY YOU HAD TO PAY:
ON EVERY SUNDAY WE ALWAYS HAD A BIG FAMILY DINNER:
MOM ALWAYS MADE US CLEAN OUR PLATE SHE WANTED US TO BE HEALTHY NOT THINNER:
AS KIDS WE OWNED THE TOWN:
WE KNEW EVERYBODY AND EVERYTHING AROUND:
THERE WAS THIS HUGE MOUNDS OF SMALL ROCKS THAT THE CITY WOULD USE TO REPAIR THE CITY STREETS :
WE WOULD CLIMB THE THE TOP AND SLIDE DOWN WE THOUGHT IT WAS PRETTY NEAT:
IM REMINISCING NOW WRITING DOWN THINGS THAT HAPPEMED IN MY PAST:
THESE STORIES FOR MY GRANDKIDS I WANT TO PRESERVE SO THEY LAST:
I REMEMBER WHEN IT RAINED IT SOMETIMES CAME POURING DOWN:
THE GREAT THUNDER AND LIGHTNING WAS THE SCARIEST SOUND:
IT WAS FUN TO PLANT A GARDEN AND WATCH IT GROW:
BEFORE LONG YOUR OWN VEGETABLES YOU WOULD BE EATTING YOU KNOW:
I REMEMBER MY GRANDPA SAY THAT IN THE SUMMER NIGHTS YOU COULD HERE THE MINNESOTA CORN GROW:
THEY GREW UP TO SEVEN FEET HIGH OR SO:
HUNTING IN MINNESOTA WAS NOT MY THING:
DEATH TO ANY ANIMAL I DIDNT WANT TO BRING:
BUT FISHING AS A KID IS WHAT I LOVED MOST:
I WAS SO PROUD TO BRING HOME THE FISH I CAUGHT SO I COULD BRAG AND BOAST:
GROWING UP IN MINNESOTA TALL:
I WILL REMEMBER FOR ALL MY LIFE THESE SEASONS OF WINTER SPRING SUMMER AND FALL:
12--JULY--2010:
JOHN D. JUNGERS
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