The backyard woods of my youth
were a cavern of green
ripe for exploration
trees inviting me to climb
creeks daring me to wade
bugs to torture
and railroad tracks cut
through the trees like a wound
flattened pennies
ready for harvest
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food poetry was served in 2017.http://www.bartbarkerpoet.com/
Whispers and Echoes 
Memories of my youth too!
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I thought you looked familiar.
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Most definitely reminiscent of a youth our children and grandchildren will never know. Beautifully done Bartholomew.
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Thank you, Gypsie!
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