Jumping Rope
Joining with my girlfriends on the playground,
Up and down in circles, we’d swing a rope.
My friends took turns. The rope swang round and round.
Playing is the school child’s ray of hope
In those recess times that we kids enjoyed so much.
No one got left out. Double ropes meant Double Dutch!
Glad were we taking turns swinging till our time to jump.
Round and round our ropes kept swinging till the school bell rang.
One by one we back into our classes ran.
Picturing those times now with my gal pal gang,
Even now I’d love to be right there once again!
Dec. 10, 2020
for Brian Strand's 'ALL YOURS (Mar 12)' Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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