Drum roll please, my first off-blog publication of a poem for many years! Woo-hoo, doing a happy dance, thanks wePoets Show It!! I hope you will check it out. If you like poetry, wePoets Show It is a great community. With affection, Brenda
Rocks are slippery, toes wet,
cucumbers hang long from the obelisk
and tomatoes sag in cages.
The lantern was taller in the spring,
Looks much shorter now,
Like when a child returns as an adult.
My elementary school ceiling looked like
A vast cavern and teachers like giants.
We played duck duck goose on the grass.
Twenty of us fit under the tree,
Now the shade barely covered me.
The swings hang empty in the summer sun.
My old school ceiling was only head height
My teachers were shorter than me,
And the principal was not a scary troll after all.
Duck, duck, only a goose hits her head on a doorway.
Did I become a giant, outgrowing my past?
I felt out of place, I didn’t fit there anymore.
Where did the magic go? Back…
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