Standing on the Corner
Prickly soles on bare feet
scorched from the hot
July pavement;
Lifting legs hopscotch style
eased the sole burn.
Standing on the corner
of Harvard and Arlington
seconds turned to minutes
and soon an hour passed;
legs heavy and arms weary
directing traffic
(or so I thought), up the hill.
Standing on the corner
as big brother had instructed
with fingers clenched and
thumb extended as hitchhikers
often do, this boy of six
directed summer visitor’s up
Arlington street for a cold drink
awaiting them at Guerette’s Market.
First one car stopped and
then another to a standstill.
A pretty blonde lady asked,
“Where do you live, little fella?”
Overshadowed by my brother’s rant,
“Run, Jerry, Run!… Run, Jerry Run!”
I ran… I ran… I ran…
© Copyright 2012 Gerard Lebel
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ha ha...enjoyed this one.
Lovely warm story full of imagery. I loved the accompanying picture Jerry. I was reading your book again last night, absolutely magical and I never tire of it...... Pat
Ha ha, what a wonderful story Gerard... I can picture the scene
Misconception can be a bitch eh Jerry! Your friend in words, Pete
Loved the twist at the end of this write...
love this one. very amusing. ha ha ha