SUMMERS PASTA Poem by Lori
CLIMBING TREES
SKINNED UP KNEES THE SMELL OF FRESH MOWED GRASS ROLLER SKATES WITH BIG YELLOW WHEELS SHOWING OFF RACING DOWN HILLS PLAYING GAMES OF TRUTH OR DARE FALLING FROM TREES BUT YOU DON'T CARE BARBIE AND KEN MAKING OUT MOM WALKS IN STARTS FREAKING OUT BEE STINGS AND MOSQUITO BITES ALL THOSE SILLY CHILDHOOD FIGHTS FIREWORKS THAT LIGHT THE SKY TRICKING LITTLE SIS INTO EATING MUD PIE PEELING A SUNBURN WAS OH SO COOL HEY, NO RUNNING AT THE POOL BOYS WERE ROTTEN GIRLS WERE DANDY POP ROCKS AND THAT HARD ROCK CANDY SLINKYS AND SILLY PUDDY RUNNING THROUGH SPRINKLERS GETTING MUDDY AND THE SMELL OF FRESH MOWED GRASS COUNTING THE DAYS TIL SCHOOL STARTS AGAIN TOO BAD CHILDHOOD HAS TO END © 2012 Lori |
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Added on September 29, 2012 Last Updated on September 29, 2012 AuthorLoriAnaheim, CAAboutMy two favorite poets are Emily Dickensin and Edgar Allan Poe. I draw,paint,sculpt and now I'm giving poetry a whirl. I love animals and only eat free range chicken and fish on occassion and pkan to g.. more..Writing
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