by Jin Farfaglia
On Rainy Saturday Mornings
On rainy Saturday mornings
we’d get up early, my brother and I,
and make our own breakfast:
hot cocoa and toast with extra jelly.
Then we’d tiptoe to the living room,
turn on the TV low
and flip through the three channels,
amazed at all the fun to choose from.
We’d start with Western Jamboree –
heroes like the Lone Ranger riding in,
always ready to fight for what was right.
Next there’d be Looney Tunes –
with Elmer, who’d chase Bugs,
who’d yell at Daffy, who’d pick on poor Porky.
Or maybe we’d watch The Three Stooges –
those knuckleheads always tripping up,
forever pointing fingers at each other.
But we always made sure to watch Sky King –
that solitary plane, searching,
flying high across the prairies…
Later, the rain would stop
and the rest of the day we’d be outside –
chasing our friends and being knuckleheads,
sometimes itching for a fight
but always letting our imagination run free,
letting it fly
across the skyways of possibility.