Returns Poetic Bloomings

 

Returns

 

Before the time of allowances,

forced to come up with creative ways

to earn money, my friend and I trudged

door to door pulling a borrowed wagon

collecting pop bottles.

 

We cashed in the returns

and purchased plastic sheeting

and thumbtacks.

 

We hauled our loot up the hill

into the woods

and created our cabin

stretching the plastic sheeting

between trees.

The plastic roof kept out the rain.

 

Quite proud of it,

we and my sister

decided to spend the night.

 

Since we built it on a hill,

we place a board at the base

between two trees.

 

We slept fairly well,

but the morning found

all three of us scrunched

together at the bottom.

 

We kept our cabin occupancy

to the day time,

enjoying our little home away from home

till some town boys

thought it their duty to rip it to shreds.

 

True to the adage,

they returned to the scene of the crime.

We gave them an earful,

which didn’t faze them,

but my neighbor tattled on them

and their parents forced then to apologize.

 

We never did build it back

but went on to new adventures.