what a dynamic piece. it can be read at least two ways -- on the surface, it could be a scene of a group of boys playing in the backyard. but the second line gets me wondering... is this a game, or is he talking about the rat race, the cut-throat industrial society we live in? and 'our mothers' a symbol of our deeply embedded kind nature?
Soren!
I love it! That was life growing up in the pre-teen fifties! What a blast we had... who needed video games when we could BE Robin Hood, Tarzan, Superman or hero cowboy-fastest-gun-in--the-west! These poor kids today, stuck on couches in small rooms... sad!
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Thank you so much for reading my poem. I appreciate it very much and I’m glad that it touched on p.. read moreThank you so much for reading my poem. I appreciate it very much and I’m glad that it touched on past memories.
Childhood play is finely captured in this succinct poetic gem, Soren. You have captured what playing was like when we were growing up superbly. Play was rough at times but always so enjoyable. Thank you for sharing, dear Soren...
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Thank you Marie. Once again I appreciate your regular readings of my poems. I find that very helpful.. read moreThank you Marie. Once again I appreciate your regular readings of my poems. I find that very helpful and so kind of you.
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Most welcome always, dear Soren. I might be missing for a while every so often, but I will always ca.. read moreMost welcome always, dear Soren. I might be missing for a while every so often, but I will always catch up on your wondrous writes no matter how long it takes me. I love your poetry, it feeds my mind and my spirit, dear Soren... Thank you for sharing your poetry, it makes my day so special always to read it...
what a dynamic piece. it can be read at least two ways -- on the surface, it could be a scene of a group of boys playing in the backyard. but the second line gets me wondering... is this a game, or is he talking about the rat race, the cut-throat industrial society we live in? and 'our mothers' a symbol of our deeply embedded kind nature?