"Double Dutch"

Not just one rope
But two…

Double Dutch was something
Not everyone could do…

In those days, hoola hoops
Were all the rage…

But to the serious jumper
Hoops just set the stage…

Ah to see those
Smiling little faces…

Rhyming words
As they touched their laces…

Combs tucked neatly
In bobbie socks…

Daylight savings
And turning back the clocks…

Those in line
Waiting to jump…

Sang songs freely
To the melodic thump…

Hand clapping games
Using palms and feet…

Voices erupting
With a musical beat…

Oh Mary
Mack…Mack…Mack…

All dressed in
Black…Black…Black…

With silver
Buttons…Buttons…Buttons…

All down her
Back…Back…Back…

Those echoes still
Haunt the air…

As if the children
Still played there…

The lot now empty
Shows no traces…

Of what took place
Within it's spaces…

But come the winds
Of a cool September…

My heart smiles
As I remember…

The good ol' days
Of jumping rope…

The nostalgic days
Of youth and hope…

Richmond L. Holton
Copyright 2004

 

Double Dutch
Medium: originals in pencil.
Reproduced in sepia tones.
Size: 10" x 13"
Sale: $75/ signed prints


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