Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Ice Cream Trucks

Grew up in a world
without ice cream trucks;
country,
too far for the weasel to reach.

When I finally got
my taste of town -
wasn't sweet
as I thought it would be.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

13 comments:

Björn Rudberg said...

Ice-creams truck came late, and was more the wholesale thing than for kids really.. and at some point that the best ice-cream is probably not sold from trucks..

Kenn Merchant said...

Yeah sometimes those ice cream trucks don't really give out any good ice cream. In my neighborhood we don't even see ice cream trucks anymore, like they are obsolete. Probably just a sign of the times to come. Great memories brought back from this poem though Zen. :)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I remember the music of the ice cream truck in the afternoons at my grandma's and how the kids would all run out........I love your closing lines!

hedgewitch said...

Plenty of ice cream trucks, but not too many dolla bills when I was the right age. You got the weasel part right, though, for sure.

Marian said...

pop! :)

Wolfsrosebud said...

dreams may be shattered, but joy in the unexpected... we had ice cream truck... money was tight

Sylvia K said...

Ah, I do remember those days, MZ!!

grapeling said...

never is, is it? ~

Kerry O'Connor said...

Awww.. ice-cream trucks... so much a part of youth. I seldom hear them these days.

Magaly Guerrero said...

This tastes like what man immigrants say during their first few days, weeks, months... in the United States.

Gillena Cox said...

i hear you, still we can have ice cream besides having ice cream trucks

much love...

Fireblossom said...

Um....that's a garbage truck.

Susie Clevenger said...

It seems what we think is so sweet comes with a dose of vinegar at times.