Chasing a man (Teenage memories)

He is hiding\br behind a truck.\br I can see\br only his feet\br on the other side\br of a truck.\br They hesitate. Which way will she go?\br I am quiet.\br He turns to the left.\br Here I am\br with a big smile\br on my face.\br I can not go with you.\br I am married man.br Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, August 2012

Track & field

Where is a field? Running in the field, jumping over the hedges, chased by an angry farmer with a pitchfork, setting world record to escape farmer's weapon. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 8/10/2012

Childhood memories

Running, falling, scraping both knees, blood is running, crying. There is always somebody near to help to wash, to clean, to dry tears. Sleeping comfortably beside a big warm body, next to a woman, who gave me a life. There is an emptiness. Dad is missing. Learning the hard way how the World works. Do not tie a cat in the attic, because I am called for supper and I want to play with her more, when I will be back and I know this cat will not wait,she is already tired of my childish games and she has more important things to attend. I didn't know the cat will try to escape and doesn't know, how to climb a ladder. I just learned, how to tie a knot and learned it well. The cat was found barely alive. The childhood full of mistakes, also full of laughter, when they made the toys just for me. Childhood full of games. It wasn't pretend. The dolls were alive, sick, or well. We were selling and buying, and haggle over green currency paid in leaves. My friends were real, we understood what is right, and what is wrong when we played. We played imitating real life, always with the best friend on the side we could share. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Potsville, 7/18/2012

Leaking

We have leaking roof. Bathroom sink is leaking into DVD player, and a car purchased from used cars lot is leaking in several places. Drain pipe is leaking into our basement. Our pots and pans do not leak yet. It looks like our happiness leaks from several places. Is it something like too much happiness? Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, May 2012

Jolly good

Tangled roots, clusters of bulbs, teeny seeds, one pack for dollar, everything in soil, ready for Spring, sunshine and rain to grow. Something is all ready growing. They must be zinnia seeds. No, the plants are too big. It must be something what came from bird feeder seeds. No, definitely, they are not giant zinnias. They must be future brooms. Tangled roots, cut into pieces, are making their home on the bank of a brook. Sitting in the soil, basking in sunshine, sucking water, I almost can hear them saying: jolly good. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 6/18/2012

Homemade ice-tea

Henry is brewing his own ice-tea. We don't have a samovar. He has his own machine, although he uses tea bags, sets up his machine, ads sweetener and water, no oranges, or lemons, just plain tea. Machine brews for hours- - like espresso. At the end of process he brews from three to five gallons of his own diet ice-tea, which lasts him for weeks. I sit, drink coffee and watch, how Henry is brewing his own diet ice-tea. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 6/14/2012

A walk

I will go with you for a walk around the lake, but not on this hot day. I will go with you, when it rains, in the morning, or at the sunset. I'll make my way thorough deep snow, and in the freezing rain. Just don't ask me to walk with you in such hot, humid day. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 5/28/2012