POEM ABOUT KIDS PLAYING TODAY AND
YESTERDAY |
STICKS AND STONES Bob Christin Today’s kids are not allowed to play with a stick in the backyard. George Carlin Leagues are organized today for boys and girls outside of school to kick and hit and catch balls using bases and nets, baskets, goal lines, under supervision of referees. All wear bright uniforms with insignia, use protective gear. Schedules for moms and kids include dance and music and tae kwon do lessons. Kids and moms lift schedules heavy as corporate executives, conflicts, changes penciled in an oversized calendar. For kids growing up, something is missing here, an essential hands off even to let kids do nothing. to leave them time to stare out a window, to lie awake at night to dream with no agenda, to discover ways to have fun minus the plans and programs of teachers, parents, and umpires. When I was a kid before we had a sandbox Grandpa built, we played in backyard dirt with trowels, sticks from trees, stones from the alley. We played cowboys in vacant lots filled with wild flowers and weeds, using tree limbs for the sheriff’s office, lots all over for criminals to hide. Without a real football we wrapped wire around old newspapers for a pretend ball we could not kick but did use for thrilling passes one to another. We tackled, no protective gear. For basketball we cut out the bottom of a bushel basket nailed to a telephone pole, tossed through it large rubber balls. We enjoyed impromptu fun, often sitting on the curb to laugh at each other, to try to figure out teachers and parents, why we were all told to sit straight, move slowly. be quiet, and then told to act our age, which we thought we did well. Bob Christin Ju |