I was a teen in the forties after World War Two. During the war it was said that secret codes were hidden on the back of postage stamps. That must have been the impetus for what became a fad for my friends and me. One girl in our group was amazing! I never was impressive with my ability. My mind was turned to this event when I received the prompt “Friends” as Day Three Poetry lesson.
ON THE BACK OF A POSTAGE STAMP
Thinking of friends when I was young;
School was out and we had fun.
Eating pickles from a dill pickle jar;
Crowding thirteen kids in a car.
Making clunking sounds in a cave;
Scared the guys but they acted brave.
Arm wrestling on a picnic table;
Some tried hard but never were able.
Sharing stories and telling tall tales;
Playing games – one wins, one fails.
Roasting marshmallows and playing croquet;
Tossing horseshoes and riding in the hay.
Playing baseball on Sunday afternoon,
But it got dark way too soon.
Saying goodbye from summer camp;
And writing each other on a postage stamp.