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Suburban Perfection

While gold-laced suburban skies shine, it is wasted on the child.
As he pouts behind a picket fence, vanilla ice cream melts.
Watching the manicured lawns grow, I long to loosen the green.



Written 5/25/20 for Jenish Somadas’
Let the Pens Flow Sijo Contest

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Andrea Dietrich

June 13, 2020 at 6:47 PM

oh I just love this one. So cute and clever this is, Rhonda! Congrats on the win

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

June 14, 2020 at 11:12 PM

Thanks for the visit, Andrea! Rhonda xx

Aditi Mishra

June 12, 2020 at 7:03 AM

This is a captivating write Rhonda. Full of observation and longing with the intricate details. Love your words. Congratulations on your win :)

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

June 14, 2020 at 11:12 PM

Thank you again, Aditi! Rhonda xx

Jenish Somadas

June 12, 2020 at 1:07 AM

Great imagery Rhonda.. Congratulations..

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

June 14, 2020 at 11:11 PM

Thank you, Jenish! I'm honored to place in your contest. Rhonda xx

Panagiota Romios

May 26, 2020 at 10:26 AM

Best to you Rhonda! I grew up in the burbs in Chicago~ just wanted you to know, in my experience , It was fun and not boring. Beyond those manicured lawns were forests and so many places to go. At least, in my day. Kids know how to find fun! Adventure smiles in a child's heart. I have not changed...I create my own world. I don't allow the world to define me..))) Panagiota.

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

May 26, 2020 at 11:23 AM

Hi Panagiota, I also grew up in the suburbs, north of Miami. We were never bored playing outside in the year round sunshine. This poem is a product of seeing some children being overindulged. My son was bullied terribly the last two school years by kids that are privileged, mean and don't seem to appreciate what they have been blessed with. Next year, my son will be doing virtual school at home,. Sadly, he is scared to go to school. I have told him to not let bullies define him, but in middle school, kids just want to fit in and be accepted by their peers including him. Thanks for the visit...xx Rhonda