Sonnet Poetry Contest- Sponsored by- Miranda Hawley
My crayon box dreams, I've held in my heart From when I was young to now when I'm old The ones I recall all do hold their part Memories of life begin to unfold Hopscotch in colors of chalk on pavements Back when I played with the kids on my square Making hand faces at night in our tents To play late out at night without any care One, two, three spud- is a game that we played And so was hide-n-seek, and playing ball And there were games that my friends and I made Those were the games that I loved most of all So long I've lived and so hard it all seems I've held in my heart...my crayon box dreams
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