Eleven O' Nine Woodside

Eleven O’ Nine Woodside, where I first learned of moonshine


Backyard barbecue
Hearing grown folks conversations and their views


Old ladies that drink
Man, did alcohol stink


Loud talking and cigarette smoke
Men,women ,and children laughing


That was a good time
It was what was happenin’


I remember my Aunt’s smile and her eyes
The impact that she had on so many lives


The mosquito bites and the sweltering heat
Drinking juice after juice and can’t wait to eat


The patience of a child


Full, packed yard
Street filled with cars


Music playing
One of the best occasions


The smell of barbecue
The smoke from a grill
It always takes me back here


Eleven O’ Nine Woodside


A cozy little spot
Situated across from my elementary schools
Man, I miss my Aunt!


Fun times, good food
Adults- some nice, some rude


Some unpleasant and you hate to see them coming
Laughter of children excited
Through the yard running


Cooler temperatures will be coming and school will be back in session
This taught me how to not treat people
Not quite ready for another lesson


Eleven O’ Nine Woodside
Contributed to my views on family and quality time
Where I experienced backyard barbecue's and learned about homemade moonshine


Realizing it is better to be kind and be careful what you say
Don’t hide behind masks
Appreciate the moment and live for the day


Eleven O' Nine Woodside


©2010 Atiya Meadows-Thomas .All rights reserved no republication of this material, in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.

Tone Of Demand

Cannot be accomplished solely!


The fact is desperate times arose and I became lonely


Talking about settling! Too many people unconcerned, but still meddling!


Life... like bicycling, just keep pedaling'. Keep it moving!


Even if it looks like, feels like, and is evident that you are losing


Pedal in moderation! Speed doesn't mean you will reach your destination


Drive, Discipline, and Dedication


Yearning for a vacation!


A one way ticket purchased from an isolated train station


I'm ready to take a ride!


Drift off to another journey


Enough of my considerate tone, I must say it firmly


With a tone of demand


Tired of being restricted under your command


Lift your hand


Please don’t provoke me


Don’t want to have to say it again



©2010 Atiya Meadows-Thomas .All rights reserved no republication of this material, in any form or medium is permitted without expressed permission of the author.