A Dunbar Poem

 

I was thinking back to when we were "little kids"...
All growing up in a coal camp holler...
Remembering all the simple things...
Like you were rich if you had only one dollar...

 

I decided to take y'all down memory lane...
To make you think on the good things...not on sorrow...
I decided to focus on the good we'd remember...
Thoughts about yesterday...not about tomorrow...
 

Remember these things?

Weenie roasts and softball games...
A neighborhood full of familiar names...
Fall festivals, cake walks, and Bible school...
The ice cold water in Fort Blackmore's pool...

Swinging on the grapevine throughout the summer...
Whenever school was closed, we all had each other...
Old timey baptisms in the pond during spring..
The sound of the choir...like angels they'd sing...

Halloween costumes like coal miners and bums...
Real candy apples and homemade fudge...
Saturday mornings we'd rise at first light...
Playing all day...saving manhunt for night!...

Huffy bicycles and old tire swings...
Climbing "four-layer" and feeling like a king...
Mud pies and homemade fishing poles...
Going bare foot and the old swimming hole...

Andolph's hill and inner tubes...
Mothers wrapping trash bags around our shoes...
Hay wagon rides and hot chocolate right after...
Who could forget the sound of our laughter...

Dressing kittens like babies to go on a walk...
Using two cans and a string between two friends to talk...
Walking the bars on the railroad tracks...
Creating a picnic out of little snacks...

Fellowship dinners and baby/bridal showers...
Remember when the flower garden actually had flowers?...
Lightning bugs in a mayonnaise jar...
Making a wish on the first brightest star...

Crawdads and tadpoles from the creek...
Boy, wasn't Dunbar the place to be?...
Ponder for a moment the good ole days...
Let's never forget where we were born and/or raised!

 

 

By: Rebekah Trinkle

 

İRebekah Trinkle, 2003