A Trip Through Time: Poems by Max Bess
By Max Bess
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A Trip Through Time - Max Bess
SO SMALL
Another winter’s gone, and then
Another summer’s here again.
I guess that’s eighty-eight in all
That I’ve been here - I feel so small
Compared to all that’s gone before
Or will go on, forevermore.
How many suns have shown their face
Since man first set foot on this place?
What multitudes have cast their eyes
On overwhelming, starlit skies
And wondered how they fit in place
In never-ending time and space?
And how far back do my roots go?
Or through what veins did my blood flow
From ancestors I must have had
Before my grandpa and my dad?
And how far on through history
Will anyone remember me?
The worlds so infinite, you see
Compared to us. What mystery
Will time unfold for one and all
After we’re gone - I feel so small
Compared to all that’s gone before
Or will go on, forevermore.
CONTEMPLATIONS
I contemplate in my mind’s eye,
The way my visions used to be,
Back when my heart was ever young,
And my restless soul was free,
Spurred on by curiosity,
Unhindered by propriety.
I tell myself I can’t go back,
To be the way I used to be,
Or do the things I longed to then.
I’ve channeled too much energy,
In quest of notoriety,
Or my niche in society.
In my old age I find myself,
Far from that place called ‘used to be’
Chained to a life I dare not change,
Those far horizons gone from me,
Suppressed by my maturity,
Enslaved by my security.
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
Those childhood days are gone for good
I can’t go back - oh, if I could
I’d do the things I did before
And walk along the crick once more
Remove my shoes, take off my socks
Catch crawdads in among the rocks
Then perched upon the old floodgate
Fish neath the scum where sunfish wait.
And if I had naught else to do
I’d pass the time as I used to
I’d roam around through field and dell
Drink water from the flowing well
I’d cross the crick on fallen logs
And watch tadpoles becoming frogs
Or chunk a rock, or clod, or stick
At cotton mouths there in the crick.
I wouldn’t speed, I’d take my time
There’d be that well known hill to climb
And if my stomach called to me
I’d eat fruit from the paw paw tree
Then shoosh the pesky dragonfly
While laying back, face to the sky
At rest once more along the shore
Beneath the spreading sycamore.
And then from nothing save a whim
I’d strip right down and take a swim
In my old fav-rite swimming hole
And when I’d played out ev-ry role
And finished acting like a kid
I’d come on back and close the lid
And be content to live again
With renewed memories of then.
CAREFREE DAYS
Give me those carefree days of youth again
Of baby soft, unwrinkled, beardless chin.
Days filled with dusty lanes and dirty feet,
And ragged bottom pants with worn through seat.
Days filled with kick the can or hide and seek,
King o’the hill or swimmin in the creek,
While Old Sol seemed your ever present host,
With sunburned face and chest, as brown as toast.
Days filled with betcha can’t
or take a dare
,
Or racin with a pal from here to there
On calloused feet ne’er healed from countless cuts
Tanned brown, with stain from stompin black walnuts.
Days filled with mumblety-peg or knuckles down,
Or doin nothin much
or messin roun
,
Or fishing in the creek for goggle eyes,
Or take baseball and bat and knock out flies
.
I was too anxious to grow up, I guess,
And start to climb the ladder of success.
I’d give a year of precious few in store
To live one day of carefree youth once more.
LITTLE BOY
Little boy with your sunburned, freckled face,
Who smiles with twinkling eye and dimpled cheek,
So void of care for proper social grace,
And forced by Mom to bathe once ev-ry week,
Don’t be in such a hurry to grow old,
You’ll soon enough be told to leave the fold.
Little boy shinnying up the sycamore,
With cuts and bruises covering your knee,
With no concern for what life has in store,
Or need for understanding things you see,
Don’t be in such a hurry to leave school,
You’ll soon enough be taken for a fool.
Little boy with your devil-may-care way,
With uncombed, cowlick hair and dirty feet,
With nothing more to do than pass the day,
The envy of each elder man you meet,
Don’t be in such a hurry to be free,
You’ll soon enough be looking back like me.
UNCLE PEARL’S PLACE
The most pleasant thoughts stored in my memory,
Are those days that I spent long the Salamonie.
Near the town