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08/25 Meeting Your Favorite Character 🏆 Winner

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"How do ya do, partner?"

One step at a time, holding grandma's hand
eyes on each step of the steep staircase.
They barely registered at first, those famous boots!
Well-worn leather polished black, and white trim.

I felt my heart flutter, my breath grows big
as my mind and eyes traveled up and up...
His dark grey pants tucked in and the shiny buckle
holding his gun-belt with pearl-handled dealers of justice.

Old Soap right there with me, his reins under my arm.
Time and motion stopped; transfixed, I could barely breathe.
A familiar voice said "Hey, Partner, how are you?
and what's your horse's name?

A voice straight from Saturday morning T.V.
a real live cowboy, Hopalong Cassidy!
"Our hero, Soapy; Hoppy, he's here!
I managed a whisper of "He's Old Soap"

Hoppy, being a right smart cowboy, said.
"Yep, he looks just like an old bar of soap,
and that's a great looking pair of pistols, Partner."
Five minutes, and he made a friend for life!

I don't remember much else about that day, but...
I am forever grateful grandma, for knowing
that a little boy's hero should be met.
He left me with a memory over seventy years old.
I'm still smiling and riding along with my hero.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: The place was Radio City Music Hall, sometime in 1953-54, and me and my horse Old Soap, met our hero, William Boyd a.k.a. Hopalong Cassidy. My grandma knew he was going to be there, and we just made it as he was leaving, but he stopped and spent five minutes with one of his young fans, making a lifetime memory.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

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Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: New York State - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Poe, Emily Dickenson, Robert Frost, Shakespeare, and many of the poets here at Neopoet.

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neopoet

neopoet

1 month 1 week ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem employs a narrative structure to recount a formative childhood memory, centering on an encounter with the Western television hero Hopalong Cassidy. The poem’s voice is direct and conversational, which suits its subject matter and helps evoke a sense of nostalgia.

The opening lines establish a tactile, grounded scene: “One step at a time, holding grandma’s hand / eyes on each step of the steep staircase.” This physicality is effective in situating the reader in the child’s perspective, emphasizing both vulnerability and anticipation. The detail of “famous boots” and “well-worn leather polished black, and white trim” efficiently signals the presence of a recognizable figure, even before the name is revealed.

The poem’s pacing slows as the child’s awe builds: “my mind and eyes traveled up and up...” This line, along with the description of “dark grey pants tucked in and the shiny buckle / holding his gun-belt with pearl-handled dealers of justice,” successfully conveys the mythic stature of the cowboy figure. The phrase “pearl-handled dealers of justice” is evocative and playful, reinforcing the child’s admiration.

The introduction of “Old Soap” as the child’s horse (likely a toy or imaginary companion) adds a layer of innocence and authenticity to the memory. The poem’s dialogue—“Hey, Partner, how are you? / and what’s your horse’s name?”—captures the warmth and accessibility of the TV hero, making the encounter feel intimate and significant.

The poem’s references to “Saturday morning T.V.” and the explicit naming of Hopalong Cassidy anchor the memory in a specific cultural context. The poem is aware of its own nostalgia, as seen in lines like “I am forever grateful grandma, for knowing / that a little boy’s hero should be met.” The closing lines reflect on the enduring impact of the experience, connecting the past to the present.

There are areas where the poem’s language could be tightened for greater impact. For example, “my breath grows big” is somewhat awkward; a more precise description of the physical sensation could strengthen the line. The poem occasionally shifts between past and present tense, which may be intentional to reflect the memory’s vividness, but could be clarified for consistency. The line “He left me with a memory over seventy years old” is direct but could be more subtly integrated, perhaps by showing rather than telling the passage of time.

Overall, the poem’s strengths lie in its concrete details, its evocation of childhood wonder, and its use of dialogue to bring the memory to life. Consider refining some of the language for clarity and emotional resonance, and attending to tense consistency to enhance the poem’s cohesion.

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Geezer

Geezer

1 month 1 week ago

Thank you...

for your read and comments, Clentin. Yes, the Lone Ranger and Silver were other favorites, along with Roy Rodgers and Trigger. Those men were the heroes of the times. They represented the best of the west and shaped a little boy's basic nature. ~ Geez.

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Alex Tanner

Alex Tanner

1 month 1 week ago

Oh Yes

I remember watching Hoppy, and if my memory serves me his sidekick 'Gabby' Hayes. Alex

Geezer

Geezer

1 month 1 week ago

Yes...

I have found that on Netflix, I can access all the T.V. episodes and I have watched some of them recently; the idea came to me that I could enter the contest of meeting one's heroes. I'm sure that you have read my poem Old Soap, and this is the result of another look back at some of my work, and "where are they now?" Thanks for the read and comment.  ~ Geez.

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Ruby Lord

Ruby Lord

1 month 1 week ago

Wow, this has a real…

Wow, this has a real innocence about it, almost like being dropped straight back into childhood memories. Very pure. Ruby :)

Geezer

Geezer

1 month 1 week ago

Awwwww, shucks...

Thank ya, Mam, a true story by the way [with a tip of the hat]. I love the reactions on this one. It makes me think more of those days; I guess The East Main St. series has another poem or two yet. 

Thank you for your read and comment, ~ Geez.

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Lavender

Lavender

1 month ago

"How Do Ya Do, Partner?"

Alright! Old Soap is back!  Love everything about this - especially a child's relationship with his grandmother. What a gem in so many ways!

Thank you!

L

Geezer

Geezer

1 month ago

My grandma...

was another of my heroes. She was a seamstress at a very popular lady's store and furriers in Amsterdam, N.Y. 

When she passed away, there were people of all social stratus, [from the neighbors next-door, to the richest people in town] who passed through and paid their respects to a much-admired woman.  She listened to their woes, never repeated what she heard and always had a kind word for and about everyone she met. Thank you for your read and comment. ~ Geez.

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Leslie

Leslie

1 month ago

Sir G

This made me feel like a kid again and I loved your expressions of love for the people in the poem!

Geezer

Geezer

1 month ago

Thank you Leslie...

I'm glad if I could bring some of those memories of being a child back to you. Yes, my grandma and Hoppy, were a beautiful part of my childhood. Thank you for the read and comments. ~ Geez.

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