Tyke Poem by Randy McClave

When I was just a tyke,
I would never walk I would hike,
And if I needed to travel far,
I wasn't taken in a car.
I would always ride my bike.

When I went to play,
Out in the yard I would be all day,
In the house I would seldom be,
I'd rather be in the grass or climbing a tree.
Happily outside in the yard I would stay.

The pants that I wore,
They were clean, but they were tore,
Except for my Sunday clothes,
Which my mom chose.
We weren’t rich, but then we weren’t poor.

When I went for a drink,
It would be water from the kitchen sink,
When I wanted something to eat,
I ate at home and never down the street.
Of my youth I reminisce as I sit and think.