i remember

i remember the good old days the old fashioned ways when a dog was a dog and a cat was a cat and nobody had a problem with that i remember mr jones’s store it isn’t there any more i remember old mr jones with his twinkling eyes and creaking bones i remember old mrs jones scooping and molding ice cream cones the nickel for the cone burned a hole in my pants the screen door banged and the shadows danced i remember charlie chan in a double feature with tarzan w c fields with his thumbs in his vest and john wayne riding through the west i remember stoves with coal and swimming in the old swimming hole a dog named bud who came when you called and the full moon shining over it all i would give your information age with its trillions of bytes of hate and rage its temples of steel and towers of glass to see bud running through the tall green grass