NO IMAGINATION

 

As a child we’d play Cowboys and Indians,

And we thought we were Olympians!

 

And there was a game called kick the can

In a pasture where a barn used to stand.

 

We’d played until our bellies would gnaw –

You boys come to supper, called Grandma!

 

A swashbuckling sword was a tobacco stick,

But we were fast, and we had to be quick!

 

These childhood memories are locked in me,

And in my mind those days I can still see.

 

Time changed – today kids don’t have fun

In fields of sagebrush they have never run –

 

All day long it’s video games that they play

They have no imagination, that’s what I say!

 

Epaphroditus© January 14, 2024