Digging To China
The Summers were hot in the suburbs of our city,
We had a small sandy yard, a few toys and a kitty.
It was just me and my brother ages four and six,
We tried to dig to China with a shovel and sticks.
Into the hole my brother presses down his ear,
Be quiet little sister for I am trying to hear.
Running to mom shouting, I hear people talking,
Dig further down son, you might see them walking.
How grand our mother was, able to keep us entertained,
Though times were hard, we never heard her complain.
My children live in luxury with every electronic game,
If I told them to dig to China, they'd think I was insane.
Author Eileen Clark 2022
Copyright © Eileen Clark | Year Posted 2022
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