out to play.
Swung up high in the sky,
climbed my favorite tree,
pretended I could fly.
Discovered cloud-formed shapes,
spied a stratus dragon
and cirrus whales in capes.
A quick game of catch with my pal Sam,
then we built us a fort in the barn;
with fake guns we felled foes and yelled “Bamm!”
Summers and childhood passed quickly by,
Sam and I now Afghanistan bound.
Soldiers under a hot desert sky,
our minds revive those halcyon days
when our mission was just to have fun.
“Stay alive” pleads our new mission’s phrase.
Written: July 28, 2021
A 3-6-9 Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Copyright © Cindy Thompson | Year Posted 2021
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