The Button Box
Skipping stones
across the pond
of time.
Coleco
SNES
Nintendo
Internet
smartphone
tablets
and good old
D and D.
My Mum had a button box
full of magical tokens.
Rainy days,
or sick in bed,
those tokens were all mine.
Armies on the field,
arrayed bright and dauntless,
against the glittering foe.
And the Wish Market,
where the correct combination
of contrasting coloured counters
purchased your wildest
dreams.
Now, in a later time,
the buttons are recalled
complete
with memories of innocence
and youth.
But the security
and the surety
of those wondrous,
those different
times
remain,
safe and real,
in a button box
on a rainy day.
Welcome, and Namaste
Greetings fellow travellers,
For you American friends visiting, you will notice that this old Canadian uses Canadian English in this blog: kindly bear with me. As I blog primarily on subjects that are vitally interesting to me, I appreciate all feedback.
As I tend to be a bit of a language usage freak, I will, as required, edit obscenity and rude comments. That said, I welcome your opinions and discussion.
May your Dharma be clear
Peace
"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended:
That you have but slumb'red here,
While these visions did appear."
Puck’s epilogue to A Midsummer Night’s Dream
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