When I was quite young
Deciding to run far away
Let’s go I said
A big adventure
I imagined how far we would make it
As far as Saskatoon I hoped,
Not knowing where Saskatoon was….
But surely it must be close.
We packed some soda
Bottles of dr Pepper
And some cookies
A sandwich or two
As there was only so much room
And off we trod that summer morning,
Off to find our destiny.
About a half a mile, or maybe it was more like a quarter,
Parched we stopped to drink some soda
But alas, this was before the days of twist off
And there would be no cool soda
To wet our throats.
We found a creek running lightly beside the road
But being next to a field of cows
Thought it might taste a bit funny
And so declined.
Hot and tired we sat below an apple tree.
Farm houses were in the distance
We ate the cookies
Then the sandwiches,
Peanut butter and grape jelly now squished,
Maybe this wasn’t going as planned.
Do we turn around?
Do we continue on?
And what if it got dark?
No lights back then on country roads,
And packs of wayward snarling hounds
Crept through wooded places,
Just the place we were about to get to.
We chewed on a weed while pondering our fate,
And being a bit smart decided we would try again
At some later date.
We picked up our sack,
Now empty and tossed the soda,
Because what good is it without an opener
And being hot and tired,
Why carry the extra weight?
We walked back home,
Our heads hung low
Failing at our mission
To run away to foreign lands,
And the house in sight around the curve
Came home to realize that in our minds
What took all day,
Really had only taken an hour plus.
No one missed us.
No joyful welcome home…nothing.
We were sad.
As a child I always dreamed about traveling about,
Meeting people, seeing new places,
Finding the magic out there somewhere…
All grown up now I see,
That I can close my eyes and be
Wherever I long to wish,
Wherever the daydream takes me.
To see beaches and castles
And wonderful places,
And I can write about the magic,
Though not as good as being there.
If I can show you all of my dreams
Through words and pictures,
Then I am truly a lucky soul
As you are with me
On these journeys,
Running away
To that happy place
Somewhere out there.
Oh, and I always carry an opener,
Just in case.

21 thoughts on “Runaway

  1. No – My son wanted to run away because his mashed potatoes looked like “streptococcus.” His sister asked what he would eat if he ran away. He said he would find a chicken. Twenty minutes later when he returned – she inquired. It was a moving brother-sister moment lol!


  2. Thanks so much, it was an easier time, but having been many places, now I can always revisit in my writing…and sometimes even return now and then to the old stomping grounds πŸ™‚

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  3. That is a wonderful compliment and I thank you for it. Not my usual poetry…more story and longer but it fell into my head and I wrote it out reminiscing …all truth…and living in the country, it was cows or corn, grapes and strawberries ….fields all around πŸ™‚ it was a beautiful place although not a lot of friends close by…but we made our own fun πŸ™‚ have a beautiful day teach πŸ™‚


  4. Wow, you would be the star in my poetry class, and I’d be proud to say I know you. I especially enjoyed the details about the creek being next to a field of cows, the entire day-long venture taking all of an hour, and the adult reflections on the different ways we can satisfy our longing to travel. Lovely.


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