Dirt Clod Wars

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

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Kurt James was born and raised in the foothills of the Colorado Rocky Mountains. With family roots in western Kansas and having lived in South Dakota for 20 years Kurt naturally had become an old western and nature enthusiast. Over the years Kurt has become one of Colorado’s prominent nature photographer’s through his brand name of Midnight Wind Photography. His poetry has been featured in the Denver Post, PM Magazine and on 9NEWS in Denver, Colorado. Kurt is also a feature writer for HubPages and Creative Exiles with the article’s focused on Colorado history, ghost towns, outlaws, and poetry. Inspired at a young age by writers such as Jack London, Louis L’Amour and Max Brand have formed Kurt’s natural ability as a storyteller. Kurt has published 7 novels all based in and around the Colorado Rocky Mountains. Using the Midnight Wind Publishing brand Kurt has also released a poetry collection called the wandering man collection - Poetry and Thoughts of a Wandering Man - (Uniquely Colorado edition) and now this collection - Poetry and Reflections of a Wandering Man (Random Thoughts edition). Kurt has also published 3 historical reference books, and one humor book. All are available in print or download on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads and other fine bookstores. And a few shady bookstores as well. Kurt is working on his 9th Colorado adventure tale novel “Rocky Mountain Moonshiner”.

10 thoughts on “Dirt Clod Wars

  • June 17, 2017 at 6:54 PM

    Oh, how I can relate to this, Kurt. My best friends were also my cousins and we had almost total freedom as far as we could ride or walk. I once lived next to a rainforest and we spent almost our entire day’s exploring and role playing adventures there. Great memories. Well done.

    • June 17, 2017 at 6:59 PM

      A rainforest? How awesome is that!! Just like I wrote the best memories can be made anywhere. When you say total freedom I can also relate to that – I have always wondered my friend if the world was safer back then or our parents were more naïve….

  • June 17, 2017 at 8:37 PM

    Oh, how I love this, Kurt. Reminds me of the rotten apple fights we had in our suburban hood in Tacoma, Washington. Great work on the intro and poem. Well done.

  • June 17, 2017 at 9:02 PM

    Rotten apple wars? Got to love that.. not many apple trees from where I am from except crap apple trees. We were known to throw those around also….lol… Thanks for stopping by Phyllis

      • June 18, 2017 at 5:19 AM

        In our dirt clod wars we had these old WW11 helmets and thankfully my cousin was not a very good dirt clod thrower because I do not recall every getting hit….

  • June 18, 2017 at 12:06 AM

    Wonderful memories of childhood, so cherished as we get older. Such a shame our kids won’t have those moments in memory, what with all the technology that hijacks the imagination. Nicely penned and poignant Kurt. Cheers!

    • June 18, 2017 at 5:21 AM

      It is a shame really Tony that the technology that is suppose to help us in our every day life, is sapping our children’s imagination. Thanks for stopping by.

  • June 20, 2017 at 12:42 PM

    That was my kind of childhood except, we all played sports too, and the dirt was more like bebe pellets. Still I had a great time hanging out with my friends all day, no cares no worries in the world. Today with social media, every little thing is terrifying, people being kidnapped, cars hitting people, its not like what it used to be. Good write Kurt.

    • July 8, 2017 at 6:57 AM

      Thanks Paul, for your childhood memories… glad I sparked a few.


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