Childhood
A child stumbles
sundrunk
to the top of a rock.
"I am King of the Hill!"
he says.
I wonder how many others
stood on that rock
to claim it as their own.
Copyright © Grace Freedson | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment