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    DIPPING INTO THE PAST

 

 

The camaraderie was very meaningful

between my younger brother and myself..

We were raised during the Great Depression

and we made our own fun, as other children

did, sharing what little we had. Boredom

was never in our vocabulary.

 

One Christmas there was a pair of roller

skates, for he and I to share, and sometimes

we each wore a skate as we raced downhill

with the joyous freedom of childhood.

 

There were newspaper kites to send flying,

made from Sunday’s colorful comics,

balsa wood, and a tail of knotted

lisle stockings. With a little adjustment

they soared like eagles on a thermal flow.

 

Simple objects were the source of summer

fun, such as stilts and our tin-can walking

cleats. The stilts made us feel very daring

and brave, but we loved the sound of those noisy

cleats as they clickity-clacked on the sidewalk.

We thought the noise was simply delicious.

 

Our tree house was an exciting adventure.

Making it was more fun than using it,

but we had great picnics up there all summer,

with the welcome mat out for everyone.

Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches tasted

so much better up there, than anywhere.

The tree provided our desert in season,

as we’d reach out the window for fresh mulberries.

 

Winter wasn’t left out in our home-made

fun. A toboggan made of sheet tin and saplings

gave us many hours of snowy enjoyment.

Sliding downhill with the wind in our faces,

until the cold made us go inside for a warm-up.

 

Sadly, my brother left this world when barely

out of his teens, leaving a huge empty

spot in my life. But he lives on in memory,

racing down the sidewalk with those shared roller

skates. Running down hill with kites flying

behind us. Making noise with tin-can cleats clinging

to our shoes as we clanked down the sidewalk.

Treasured memories of a beloved brother.

 

 

9/6/95         Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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THE TOUCH OF A WING

 

Great golden and bald eagles

Soar and dip and glide

I envy them such freedom

To travel far and wide

 

I think it must exhilarate

When on a downward swing

To caress the mighty treetops

With the touch of a wing

 

Then go soaring to the glory

Of cerulean sky

To catch the thermal up-drafts

As scenes go passing by

 

How great to view the landscape

Away from all the crowds

Where all that’s seen is beauty

Down beneath the clouds

 

Oh, I’d love to soar like they do

And glide with wings spread wide

Surveying beauty spread below

In our great countryside

 

2/19/95            Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

 

4’th … Indiana NPD 1995

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