White Sands

before

It wasn’t called White Sands
even by those who lived there
on dirt streets that dead ended
north side of the creek.

Houses where the eldest son
never had his own room
only a Castro Convertible
to dream his dreams.

Billy and me, BFF
walked the beach
the last night of ‘59
knowing we would leave.

We were seventeen, young and strong
and we would get cars and meet girls
and tomorrow would be the sixties
and John Kennedy was gonna be President
and he was gonna change the whole world.

I left White Sands but Billy BFF never did
and when I went to say goodbye
to the streets we ran when we were young
the white sand was gone as was my youth.

Funny how they called it White Sands
after the earth was covered
along with the dreams;
I guess for sentimental reasons.

after

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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One Response to White Sands

  1. beetleypete says:

    Places change, as lives change. Memories are the only constant.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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