The 60's

In this poem, I hope my cousin Mary Lou will recognize the memory I have of our summer spent playing Chinese Checkers on the floor between the twin beds.  It was in her bedroom in the same house on the hill where we ran down the gravel driveway.

Chinese Checkers
Sitting cross-legged, my cousin's bedroom floor,
With a colorful star and bright marbles galore,
It's summer and way too hot to go out,
It's board game time, without a doubt,
We could play Twister or Monopoly or we could play Fish,
But Chinese Checkers is what we wish,
We carefully pick out our favorite color,
And place marbles on the star points across from each other,
My move, her move, we battle it out,
Jumping over the pattern, zigzagging about,
Get all of my marbles into her star point and I win,
But if I don't, we will play it again,
The tv is off, but soon, very soon,
We will watch the astronauts land on the moon,
We've got all day; it's lazy and long,
We turn on the radio to hear a 60's song,
Later tonight, when the sun is low,
We will play outside, bare-footed you know,
But for now we are content between the twin beds,
Playing Chinese Checkers with blacks, yellows and reds.

Tammy Harvey  written:  4/23/2016