sand box

sand box

A Poem by Emily B

we are all huge children,
sharing chocolate bars in the sand box -
collaborating on lop-sided castles -
making up our own rules -
for created kingdoms
and when summer's fun
fades away
the wind and the waves
will have erased every evidence
that our words
might have mattered

© 2011 Emily B


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I hope there was no cat around. lol. Just kidding :0)

There are those who make the rules and those who follow, I’m glad you see yourself as one of the makers. I think it is time to expand the kingdom, and take it to D.C. If we all sound off with one voice, let’s see if their two ears can hear…

Probably a direction you didn’t think this would go, but it is where my heart was looking this morning…lol..

Great Write Emily!
RLG,
Tommy


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masters of out own domains, what more could we hope for. no matter how small the kingdom, no matter how childish our desires, the sensation of being "all our own" is overwhelming. very well done emily

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I like this. Reminds me of world leaders sitting behind their gold (chocolate) and moving us and our countries (the lop-sided castles) however they please. And our reality is just a fun house (created kingdom) in their heads. The only thing I would do to change this is to take out the word "huge". It'd be stronger without it.

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I hope there was no cat around. lol. Just kidding :0)

There are those who make the rules and those who follow, I’m glad you see yourself as one of the makers. I think it is time to expand the kingdom, and take it to D.C. If we all sound off with one voice, let’s see if their two ears can hear…

Probably a direction you didn’t think this would go, but it is where my heart was looking this morning…lol..

Great Write Emily!
RLG,
Tommy


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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I want to build a sandbox. growing up in the inner city we didn't have sandboxes, just a rusted swing set lol. The message I get from this is how our childhood leads to our adult hood. The lopsided castle will one day be a household that we must make rules for.

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I like it - and isn't it so true?
I loved my sandbox, still play in sand and eat much chocolate.. willing to share..
Very enjoyable, Emily. Seems a very good conversation was had.

Chloe

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a fragment of something that came out of a conversation, hoping it will grow into something

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Emily B

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