PEGGITY
Four generations
have played this game,
Fifty summers on
the pond,
Colored pegs
into holes on a cardboard grid—
Five in a row
wins,
A premium on
discerning patterns
In a thick maze
of yellow, red,
Black and
teal—
Checkers without
jumping.
I’ve searched
for years,
Church fairs,
eBay,
To replace the
battered box,
Parker Brothers’
less fruitful venture.
Could we be the
only players left?
My father taught
me the secret
(Watch for three
in a row),
Could still play
When he could
not do other things.
But for years,
until not long ago,
I was the
acknowledged champ—
Shall we play another—
Taught five
grandchildren the game.
Philip won again
this year,
But not by
much.
Robert Demaree,
a retired educator, is the author of four collections of poems, including Mileposts (2009), published by Beech
River Books. He has had almost 600 poems published in 125 periodicals, including
The Aurorean, Avocet, Cold Mountain Review, Dead Snakes, Foliate
Oak, Louisiana Review, Louisville
Review, miller’s pond, Schuylkill Valley Journal, Tipton Poetry Journal and
in the 2008 and 2010 editions of The
Poets’ Guide to New Hampshire. He lives in Wolfeboro, N.H., and Burlington,
N.C.
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