What Takes You Back?

What takes you back to the old days

And just how far back do you go?

Is it the sight of a old classic car

Or maybe the winter’s first snow?

What is it that triggers your lost youth?

Some pink cotton candy to share?

Or the smell of fresh popcorn a poppin?

Warm night at a small county fair?

Is it sight is it sound is it smell is it taste?

Maybe it’s all of those things

All I know is you just can’t control it

No matter from where it might spring

As I gazed yesterday through a window

At an old antique store that I know

There sat a Roy Rogers Six-gun

And I started to smile big and slow

I was seven years old and a tiger

Surrounded by crooks and bad hands

I took ‘em all on with no worry

A cap pistol blazed in each hand

My fearless dog Max bared his choppers

(Or as best as a Wiener dog could)

We battled the bad guys together

And sent ‘em all packing for good

Then back to the bunkhouse all winded

As Mom served up the fresh grub

Peanut butter and jelly, and Koolaid

I call that good cowboy food, Bub!

Yup those were good times sure as shootin

I thought as I smiled once again

And I turned and walked down toward Wal-Mart

For an hour I still had that grin.

Photo by B.T. Blade aka Bruce Bugland