The grass was blue
A Blue green Hue
Pristine mothers birth Place
Antebellum relic of memories

Reminiscent of the south's old song
Sung to the tune of small towns
Thoroughbred dreams
Long and lean

Baseball teams of one
Hit the long ball
With a stick and a rock
Against tobacco barn backstop

Railroad walks
Echo into forever
Resonate to a child's thrill
Of fleeting thoughts

Blackberries and summer fairs
Big memories consisting of small events
Cast a grandiose image
That reality can not replace

A hero for a moment (in my mind)
As I played on this field of no fences
In a place that time has forgotten
Cowboy fantasy envisioned
Relived from its distant past


Author's Note: Revision of The Grass Was Blue. Based on my mothers birthplace of Carlisle, Kentucky.

Poetry by Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-08-31 at 06:58

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Every child should have such memories, happy, priceless memories, each unique to their own locales.

Again, as in Miss Lucille, you've evoked a scene that feels familiar, though it was nothing like my own upbringing. It is very real. The only line that did come real for me is:

"Cowboy fantasy envisioned"

That became my reality.

Ivan R
I love this, love it, love it*** Great poetic greatness in this your poem***

I really enjoyed this, beautifully written with just the right amount of nostalgia.

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
This is simply a beautiful poem, thank you

Elle x

You've taken me back to times and places of my own, not in Kentucky but such things were wherever we found ourselves then. There is much love in your memories.