Prairie Ruins

My home town was small and sweet,
all the kids would gather around main street.
A Post Office and park sat off to one side,
across was the store, on my bike I would ride.
To buy bluewhales and bubblegum,
to put in my lunch,
wearing ball caps and backpacks,
we’d leave as a bunch.
Along railroad tracks to old abandoned farms,
we’d search for treasure and hunt for charms.
Coins and pop bottles and old license plates,
we’d daydream of events that led to thier fates.
Left all alone in the high, unkept grass,
to us it was treasure, to them it was trash.
I often think back to those summer days,
the kids, the adventures and the trails that we blazed.
I miss those long and hot afternoons,
my brother and me, and our Prairie Ruins.

Angela E.L. Clements
Copyright ©2008 Angela E.L. Clements

Prairie Ruins

Angela E.L. Clements

Estevan, Saskatchewan, Canada

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Just a glimpse of my very rural, prairie childhood. A typical summer day, my Brother and myself, the other “town” kids and usually our family dog would set out early in the morning, and return home around supper time, spending all day exploring and daydreaming.

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