When I Was Ten
Way back then when I was ten, I recall the memories,
That year, summer was spent on grandpa's farm;
We woke up early on the farm to chicken melodies,
I had a horse called Razzle Dazzle, he sure had charm.
Helping my grandpa doing chores was a lot of fun,
And helping grandma in the house was not a chore at all;
We worked hard and were bone tired when the day was done,
But then, one day off Razzle Dazzle, I had a fall.
So, back to the city was my destination,
With a fractured leg all I could do was play with my dolls;
Making up stories, mother said I had an imagination,
I painted bright pictures and taped them to my walls.
My friends had to come see me in my room or backyard,
They never stayed long and I was left alone;
Spent the long days reading and writing, it was hard,
I was used to freedom, so often I was quite forlorn.
Then, my leg healed and I was a butterfly set free,
I liked to collect "things" so grandpa made me a wagon;
Off I would go into the woods to find what I could see,
And come home with my wagon full and draggin'.
Liked pretty sundresses, my jeans with flowers on them,
Created bright jewelry and wore my entire collection;
I loved helping mother in her garden of flower gems,
And like most kids my age, I had tons of questions, questions.
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January 27, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/When I Was Ten
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 749-406-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Way Back Then
Sponsor, Kelly Deschler
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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