Poet's blog: "Poetry"

When I was a child When I was a child Strawberry Ice cream Was made with a pound Of sugar and real Strawberries When I was a child The clothes hung On a line outside to dry And smelled of mom’s Twenty-mule team When I was a child Strength of Character was One can of spinach Away When I was a child My hero was A masked man Who carried guns and Had an indigent Indian as a friend When I was a child Sexual awakenings Were defined by A magazine centerfold And a right hand When I was a child Women were to Be bare foot, Pregnant and unhappy Now that I am a man I struggle to cast Off my childish ways But strawberry Ice Cream Still is my favorite poet