Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Noa4ztEUFDA
As a child, the backyard was my sanctuary and my playground. I climbed the soft pine tree and crawled to the top of the garage. I stood and gazed at all the houses and streets. I felt rich.
My mom had a brown jewelry box shaped like a treasure chest. It reminded me of pirates and adventure. I filled it with football cards gum candy bars family pictures, and a few coins.
I found a small shovel and buried it in the backyard close to the pine tree. I pretended to forget where it was. A week or so later, I suggested to my best friend, Wally, that we should search my yard for buried treasure.
Of course, we found it. I acted surprised. We celebrated. All these years later, I realize that my treasure, then and now, is imagination. I'm a wealthy man.
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The fantasies of youth become the treasured memories of today and our sand castles of the past become the bedrock of the present. Nicely written Thomas
I complain with my eyes closed and holding my ears crossed, that except you most of writers here blocked me, could you tell me was I nuisance or harsh I never thought even to block . Why thomas why so emmajoygreen, kelly; betty hermlee, blocked me, ..
I loved your lines here you say backyard, having pine tree you felt rich, I felt joy when my fatherinlaw laughter over phone for the first time, I was in rajasthan, he laughed for my funny silly jeture that I was noting his number forgot I have list of callers in my phone so funnily he was laughing to see me little stupid, it was stop of my beat that it took time to realise back with my mind working I was completely out of my mind with heart he made me so free to talk with smile I was so scared when I came to know he was on call , that was first time he called me for the parcel to check to open, he was saying I don't want to open I am scared then I said little sarcasm it's not something to afraid of and when I come motherinlaw just called me Rani come ...and when I entered office I thought my sister-in-law was waiting to see me and I dropped my looks to feel me for the first time so near. Betty reminds the walk she took in a small restaurant came to see me, was telling me stand straight and don't watch tv see your son is he eating well. And when I said there was another rani in her name, I was like whom I am to whom.. tell me thomas I am done with my life I know new birth makes me a flower of sun in your backyard
I see life changes entirely, what we thought and came and what we are going through world war. Never I thought it should happen but now in our home only we are becoming soldiers with parts not working breaking in with spell and so on is that easy to break someone head with a spell giving pain as much that the person just stops breathing.. I don't know where we are in this quantum technology we are doing magics ..
I am sorry but hurt so much what to see in future
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Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..