Third Street Kids
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We lived at 328 Third Street in Phillips, Texas back in those days,
I grew from 5 to 10 years of age there on that street where I played.
I recall the kids I played with there during that time back then,
So I’ll include them in this poem as I can recall them once again
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Third Street Kids
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Next door to the west, the Councilor’s lived with Larry their son,
Larry was three years younger than me so he followed me some.
I didn’t mind if there was no one else around to play with there,
But he asked so very many questions, he often got in my hair.
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Next door to the east, the Kelly’s lived with Patricia a cute gal.
She was tall for her age, 2 years older than me, and my pal.
She’s the girl that wanted to teach me how to kiss in the bushes,
She gave me thrills and made me dizzy with hot blood rushes.
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When we both grew up and were going to high school together,
Patricia was a beauty queen and basically changed her feathers,
As she was now one of the shortest girls around the school class,
I never forgot those lessons she gave me with all of her sass.
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Pat Kelly
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Three doors up to the west, the Haren’s lived with a son my age,
His name was Donald and he had polio in his early life stage,
That left him with a bad limp when we played our little games,
He was killed in a motor cycle accident after all his life’s pains.
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Donald Haren
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Across the street the Curren’s lived with three sons I can recall,
The first son was Billy Ray Ponder who was adopted and tall.
He was 5 years older than me and a wild man for sure to me,
He scared me so, I avoided him when on the street completely.
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.Billy Ray Ponder
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The next son was called “Chick” which I think was a nickname,
He was 4 years older than me so we didn’t play to many games,
Later in life he opened a motor cycle shop in Borger called “Chicks”,
So I guess that nickname we called him did with him still stick.
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Chick Curren
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The third son was Don and he was the marble playing King,
He could shoot those marbles so hard they would almost ring.
I learned quickly not to ever play “keeps” with him as I grew up,
As he would beat me every time like a whimpering little pup.
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Don Curren
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Two houses to the east, Third Street ran into Park Street there,
Park Avenue looped and ran right behind our house I do swear,
Then looped around the Big Hole Park that was just back there.
So we actually lived on two streets the way things did appear.
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On Park Street just east of Third Street, was the Brains home.
Larry was a son that was 2 years younger that with me did roam.
Larry was killed in a car wreck before we finished high school,
Allen was the second son even younger yet but he was cool.
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Larry Brain.
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..there on west Park street by the Big Hole, was the Dickeys home
Donald was 3 years older than me and always seemed to be gone,
I guess his friends lived in other areas of our small little town.
Later I heard he was killed in Vietnam Nam which made me frown.
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.Donald Dickey
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Eddy was the younger son living there in the house by Big Hole,
He was 2 years younger than me and seemed to be a good soul.
We played football down in that big hole with a pole for our goal.
I wasn’t too big then so I never played too hard doing my roll.
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Eddy Dickey.
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Up Park Street, the Guillam’s lived with their daughter named Kay,
She was my sister JerrylDines age and they were buddies I say.
They played together a lot with little dolls and stuff like that,
Kay turned out to be a beauty in high school, a real aristocrat.
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Kay Guillam
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Here’s a little map that I scratched out from my memories of then,
To show you the houses and the neighborhood we all lived in.
I know at least three of those kids left this world at a young age,
I hope the rest of them are out there just reading this poem page.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading Third Street Kids,
Bill