Do you remember – back before technology? Our childhoods were different than those of the kids today. We didn’t have cell phones, computers, iPads and limitless TV shows to entertain us. All we had was ourselves, nature and never-ending imagination. Our world seemed vast at the time, but was only as large as our feet and bikes could travel. Sometimes our childhood happiness and best memories were centered on our very first friends – our cousins. In my case my cousins now are scattered by time and distance, but that was not the case in the days of old and the “Dirt Clod Wars”. Worthy childhood memories can be made almost anywhere. Mine happened to be made at the end of a remote, dusty white rock road in Western Kansas.
“Dirt Clod Wars”
Long turned to dust, tree house no more,
Childhood memories linger for me to adore.
Army helmets on our heads for Lynn and I,
As Rod and Dane let the dirt clods fly.
Safe from evil foes, in the tree house we were,
As dirt clods flew by our heads at a freighting blur.
The dirt clod war raged on under the hot Kansas sun,
Summer day in, summer day out the battle never won.
Full of ammo, was Grandpa field to the east,
Never ending clods for Rod and Dane to release.
Protected behind planks of wood up so high,
Dirt clods exploded, or simply flew on by.
Laughter, fake dirty looks and a curse word or two,
On those Kansas summer days when the sky was blue.
Tree house now gone from that distant Kansas prairie,
Nothing left, no wood, or dust in the wind to carry.
Memories of childhood battles, the laughter is – never gone,
In my field of dreams, dirt clod wars carry on.
By Kurt James
Kurt James © 2017
Kurt James novel “Rocky Mountain Ghost” available on July 1st, 2017
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