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Neverland

On the southern side of the old cemetery There was a field on the corner of Gilmore and 1st, thick with hidden gopher tunnels and blackberry bushes where bare feet constructed cupped paths, trampled deep in tall amber grass It wasn't far beyond a patched wire fence that hemmed my Grandmother's russet old house. Westerly whirlwinds would rattle the ragweed and seeds of the bull-thorns, that prickled our toes would race with the tumbleweeds, once tossed into rows like last winter's snowmen, hot sun had decomposed Traces of honeysuckle mixed with wild rose from Grandma's old arbor, which loomed in the distance A rusty old weathervane, cruised 'round, and 'round The ivy was overgrown, and a sleepy dog snoozed But, deep in the field, was a land of our own A place we called 'Neverland', our loft in the wind In the yoke of one tree, with the help of our dad a fort built of scrap wood, from piles by the shed, And by hook or by crook, I would take all commands from my brother's wild brainstorms, while his black plastic hook, assigned him the Captain, and me of his crew of a ramshackle ship, like the old storybook While I dangled in air, from the tired old swing "Tinker" my name...in this all-boy domain.... I would push off, he'd pull me right up to the sky and into the branches, brittle leaves in my eyes...... I would fly to the depth's of a steel gray-blue sky I could grovel, and shovel, to have his approval........for he was older than me and I would play like a tomboy,.....shoving doll-drums away All those hot summer days......with red hot splintered rays of the dry summer sun, that would spotlight our play we would play until twilight, and watch the day fade Defying all gravity.......I could see to eternity Tootsie Pops clinging to the tip of our tongues while the sun of the twilight, dipped over the dunes and the call of our mother, slipped over the moon
____________________________________________________________ Inspired by Charlotte's Contest "Places" 8/22/14

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  1. Date: 8/22/2014 8:26:00 PM

    How very beautiful, Carrie. From the alliteration in the first line that made me want to read it out loud (not good when my daughter is sleeping ;) ) to the metaphor in the last line, this poem sooths and charms. You made me truly smile. Best wishes on the contest. I feel that she will love this.
  1. Date: 8/22/2014 8:13:00 PM

    The last stanza is my favorite, I love your wording its sooo.. elegant and poetic! I feel like I am getting lost in the scenes you create! lovely write!
  1. Date: 8/22/2014 6:26:00 PM

    boy did this take me back when childhood was filled with imagination and children played outside the whole day

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