When Daddy got through preaching at a revival every night,
He would be so dry that we would stop at Dairy Queen
So he could get a coke on ice and we could get Ice cream.
Daddy got a large Coca Cola to restore his parched dry throat.
Mama always got Butter Pecan, I would get strawberry.
My oldest brother got Black Walnut, the youngest just got cherry.
This was a nightly ritual in the summertime for us.
We felt rich and special for we didn't get many sweet treats;
We didn't have a lot of money but we kept shoes on our feet.
Summertime is the time for sunshine...
Ours was just as bright AFTER dark.
A contest entry
- i scream, you scream by Judith Chandler.
300 points, ended August 8, 2008, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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I love the specific ice cream flavors for each individual, which is so like the memories of childhood. Very nice poem.
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Nothing better than a trip to the icecream store with the family. Thank you for sharing this bit of your history, and doing so with great rhythm and easy rhyme. Congrats on the silver trophy!!
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The thing that strikes me about this piece is the way you have connected the ice cream with a chapter in your family history.
Nice write and thank you for entering it in my contest.
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