Digger

my son growing up

No ratings. Show Details Digger by crimsonette (1)  Rated: E | Poetry | Children's | #1974264 my son as he grew

His boyish smile, eyes so brown The growling sounds made, when his blocks fell down Mischievous wonder, racing mind  Look under the rock, what will he find Legos,' dump trucks, speeding car His imagination, takes him so far The car goes faster, than a speeding train Jumping in puddles, playing in the rain Monsters lurking in the dark Swings, and slides, run in the park

© Copyright 2014 crimsonette

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This is a good piece about the curiosity of a child. It is very well done and keeps the imagination and the attention of the reader. For me, it cut a little short at the end, as if you just decided to stop writing. There was no closure for me as a reader to signal that this was the end of the poem. Also, I was expecting more because of the title of the piece. Maybe a little more of his imagination and what he would find “digging”. Does he become an archeologist finding old bones that are really only tree branches? Does he become a scuba diver discovering fish and submarines that turn out to be rocks and playground equipment? I hope that makes sense.