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Untitled by Kent Bramley January 3, 2007 Woke up this morning, I was 8 again Sat up in bed, looked around and grinned My brothers bed on the other wall Was empty, covers pushed up in a ball Put my feet on the cold basement floor And I knew, I wasn't an adult any more I ran to my dresser to get me some cloths Flew up the stairs where the sun light glows Ran to the back door window to see If Kevin was out there waiting for me Kevin was there with his magnifying glass I could smell the smoke from his pile of grass Kevin turned his head and smiled his big grin He was burning up bugs in a grass pile again The smell of the fresh pavement filed the hot air The old giant cottonwood was still standing there I grabbed my marbles and flew out the gate He jumped up in his tee shirt and yelled Kent wait I'll go get Kelly and see if he'll play Maybe we'll get some of his marbles today I can hardly remember where it is I came from But I'll stay here forever and play in the sun It took awhile but they both came to play Kelly looked at me and his eyes seemed to say Hello little brother, have you been practicing? Got my big can of gold, can you take one from me? Kevin and I looked deep in his can "Play with that moonie", all part of my plan "Which marble are you using", he asked with a grin "My favorite cat eye that helps me win" He laughed as he looked at it saying "no" "I'll need something better for the moonie little bro" My best marbles I revealed to him Hoping the bumblebee would look thin "Bumblebee", he pointed and grinned "Do you think you can get the moonie with him?" I can hardly remember where it is I came from But I'll stay here forever cause it's always fun I thought for a second, that moonies mine Kevin pulled out a steely, always worth the time Kelly shot the moonie up on the front lawn Kevin took the parkway where the grass was long I shot down the side walk far away From the devastating accuracy of my older prey Kelly and Kevin share long distance blows I try to get closer hoping neither of them knows 3rd shot it's over, Kevin lets out a groan The steely is gone, it's found a new home One way, then the other, I keep passing him by He hangs back and waits like a spider for a fly Caring not that I will not get close He bides his time like fishing from a boat Bating his hook and watching his float I can hardly remember where it is I came from But I'll stay here forever till I learn how to run Aiming past the prey, and way down the hill I send the bee flying down the sidewalk so still Moonie poised in the cannon as my bee bumbles by He hunkers down low and aims with his eye Bee is moving a really fast rate Moonie is shot like a horse from a gate No way he can hit one rolling fast down the hill The moonie heads for the interceptive kill Snap, the bumblebee stops in its path Spinning around till it's stopped by the grass There is silence as Kelly ambles up to the bee He puts it in his pocket along with the steely Kevin and I just stand with big smiles Not caring at all about what we have lost For what we have gained can't be measured by cost I can hardly remember where it is I came from But I'll stay here forever just to watch you run He turned around and headed back to the house I yelled out, "Kelly do you want to play again" Yawning he smiled looking back with a grin "Keep practicing, I'll play you another day" He walked away back into the house Kevin patted me on my shoulder and sighed Better luck next time, headed back to the yard Alone now I look down the block and I smile There is more fun to have on this hot summer day Hide and seek, war, riding my bike Go find a friend to stay by my side Water from hoses, apples from trees I wont go home till I am all grown, you see I can hardly remember where it is I came from I can't stay here forever but to visit is fun About the author: I am 44, married with 3 children, Liam 5, Emily 8, Connor 10, wife Wendy. My brothers, Kevin and Kelly, are no longer with us. I write stories about them for myself and my children. This story is true. I woke up from a dream a while back with this story in my head. As I recalled the details I realized that it was a memory not a dream. | | | |
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