Thirty Steps

Thirty steps

Out the back door

Down the path

That little building

Wasn’t called a bath

We had a one holer

You can count

Grandma had a two holer

You do the math

Grandma’s path

Lined with pecan trees

Was further from the porch

There was butt pinching

Or a pee pee dance

If you thought

Just a minute more

Than you should.

Hope came in spring

And in fall

For Sears, Spiegel

And maybe a Penney’s

They lay in that place

Looking worn and torn

From being used

and for soft porn.

About Jim

I'm a 69 yr old guy, who had worked in Naval Hospital Camp Lejeune for 28 yrs and now retired as of 31 Dec 16. I've worked in medical records, Health Benefits Department, Billing, the IT department and retired as the Personnel Security Manager for the hospital. I'm a musician and Corvette enthusiast. Yes, I've has two. I traded my second Corvette for a Harley Davidson Fat Boy mid-summer 2019. I've already ridden about two thousand miles. I'm also searching for a fresh new outlook on life with new spiritual insight among other things. I was ordained a minister on 20190202. I've found that with the unconditional love of my companion, Libby Rowe life is complete through God. She's a beautiful, vibrant, giving woman who gives her all in everything she puts her mind to do. She and I married 24 July 2015. She's also taking the Apprentice course to obtain her ordination as well. She has a blog to called Under a Carolina Moon. Give it a visit.
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1 Response to Thirty Steps

  1. cowgalutah says:

    Oh lordy…one if the things I am so grateful I didn’t have to try.

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