It’s been awhile
since I shot my potato gun
at the stars
never hit any
but the thunderous fire
that bid farewell
to the missile of its birth
was close enough.
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...the joys of childhood.
this makes me smile... at least we try ...
Very nice, and a great poem, Pat.
i figure you hit one with this pat
cheers
i wonder if the stars noticed...
great stuff!
Potato gun? Rings a bell. Where I grew up in Lesotho we may have made these, I think, but called them something else.
It's a vivid image of childhood that I'll be happy to listen to tomorrow when I get to a post stone-age computer.
so no chips
the feeling of power
the potato and pen now and then.
I'n never seen a potato gun until a friend built one. He demostrated to me one day at dinner, firing it out of his dining room window. Did I saw he was from Mississippi, but he's still a good friend!
the words are gunning for you.
hit and miss I guess.
Great childhood thoughts.
Childhood?? Only been a couple of years. Think I'll break it out this weekend and see if I can put another crater on the moon.
Katie, without trying we definitely won't...
Thanks Don!!
Floots,I at least blacked the eye of one or two.
Polona, I hope so.
Celestine Wee, thank you!!
Rethabile, it's probably a good thing I didn't have one as a child, or I should say as a much younger child.
Fotoface, yes, the power of potato and pen!!
Sage, watched a guy shoot a carp with one onenight. I think he was from MS.
Trinitystar, better words than folks.
This is good Pat! Love the childhood thoughts. Have to confess I never have seen a potato gun but the idea has me grinning :)
POtato gun is something new for me too..
I can only say, "Alright!"
bulls eye with this one :) wonderful
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