GRANDPA'S ROOT BEER BAR

GRANDPA'S ROOT BEER BAR

A Poem by Courtney M Watson
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Nostalgia of summers in Oregon, riding with my Grandfather on his Harley to the mini store to get ice creams and sodas.

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Somewhere inside,

I am what makes me,

me.

Deep within the joy

of a simple Root Beer,

Icy & cold.

Nostalgia fills my tongue

& I am lost in summertime -

Motorcycle rides,

dripping popsicle on my good shoes.

Empty, maybe - That it be anything of importance;

That  dusty beverage on the shelf.

Well, maybe to someone else.

But here,

somewhere inside,

there is the joy

& what makes me, me.


© 2018 Courtney M Watson



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Added on January 24, 2018
Last Updated on January 24, 2018
Tags: root, beer, grandpa, grandparent, greandparents, nostalgia, nostalgic, kid, child, childrens, summer, time

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Courtney M Watson
Courtney M Watson

WA



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Northwest Grown. Published Poet. Activist. Living-things advocate. Kind-Hearted Empath. Writer since age 7. more..

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