backyard poem

A poem is muddy

The children sing
tirelessly

It’s a hard act to follow

Comments

Meredith Jones said…
I often feel the same way about the kids over my back fence. "Let's pretend!" they say, and then they pretend and pretend and pretend, until there are tears and someone has to have time out.

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