Sticks and StonesA Poem by Scott ThompsonSome childhood memories stay with you for life, even the hard lessons.Play-yard
circle, miniature colosseum Blood
giver or blood bringer, the only choice This
is the place where children learn, No desire
for pain creation, but necessity is served The
object of survival is gained by the fist, Proof
that sticks and stones CAN break bones, Now
with gladiators’ heart burning bright, I demolish my foe Cheering
crowds of classmates roar and receive the crimson gift with joy, In the
Hypogeum teachers condemn and parents scold, Who
built the colosseum? You know well… Your
hands stacked the blocks. 2015 © 2016 Scott ThompsonFeatured Review
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