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Nov 12, 2014
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Saturn Lives
in my day
we got about
with sticks and pocket knives
turned out
abandoned buildings
breaking things
milk money change
to live like kings
I wonder now
how children stave
to deal without
the be in have
with cotton wool
across the land
who can hear
the trickster's band
About This Poem
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Comments
Barbara Writes
10 years 8 months ago
Beautiful
Reminds me of my cotton picking, tobacco stringing and take off, cucumber picking childhood. Stick doll, marbles, jacks, jump rope and hop scotch days. The good old days. Can't see anything to critique.. Just to say, I like the new to me form. It really works for me in the playful poem. .
Lenny of Cohen
10 years 8 months ago
A Delightful read!
One to return to me thinks!
Ian.T
10 years 7 months ago
Simon
A good read here from your write, look forward to many more from you.
Yours Ian.T