Globe
We bought our son a globe way back
When he was just a boy.
He loved to learn; we thought it would
Be something he’d enjoy.
He spun it ‘round from time to time
To find a certain place,
But it’s been years since anyone
Has moved it from its space.
Until today, when carefully
I took it from its shelf
And after wiping off the dust,
I spun it ‘round myself.
Some countries’ names are different now
From ones they one time had
But my grandkids might enjoy this globe
That once engrossed their dad.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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