Eve Roper Poet Tanka

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Tattered Game Ball

Kids of different
nationalities gather
every day to play 
in the streets of Chicago 
once their daily chores are done.

They play with marbles,
scummy top, pitching pennies,
or a rambunctious 
game of stickball in the old 
neighborhood cobblestone streets.

Children stand and watch; 
the pitcher keeps a firm hold,
throwing the tattered
ball, placing it hard right down 
the middle of the chalked square.

With broom handle in 
both hands, batter swings, striking 
the small tattered ball. 
With excitement the kids jump,
clapping and cheering, "Run! Run!"

8/21/2017

For the Poetry Contest: Form T 
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
On the theme of ............. 1.  Tattered

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Jean Murray September 9, 2017 at 2:45 PM My daughter spent a summer in Chicago Eve. No pun intended but she had a ball. Well done on your number one. Eve Roper September 9, 2017 at 2:50 PM Jean, I fell in love with nostalgic picture.. I could see myself amongst the children playing... thank you .. Hugs ~`*

Heidi Sands September 9, 2017 at 12:44 PM Hi Eve. I hadn't seen this very touching poem of yours and it is so special! Congratulations for your top 1st place win! :) Eve Roper September 9, 2017 at 2:51 PM Thank you so very much for the compliment and the congratulations, Heidi ..Hugs Eve ~`*

Anisha Dutta September 9, 2017 at 12:48 AM So nice. I always enjoy kids playing with joy n fun. Congrats to win top. Love. Eve Roper September 9, 2017 at 2:52 PM Thank you, Anisha, for the congratulations ..Hugs Eve ~`*

Nette Onclaud August 23, 2017 at 1:12 PM eve, you are a keen observer of life as shown through this vivid vignette....i love it!...huggs Eve Roper September 9, 2017 at 2:56 PM Thank you, Nette, you are always so sweet and always there to inspire me..Hugs Eve ~`*

Dorian Petersen Potter August 23, 2017 at 12:02 PM Wonderful piece, Eve!:) Love all the imagery, I can almost see it all in my head while reading it. Well written!:)It sounds like a winner to me.G.L in this contest Eve!:) Be blessed!D. Eve Roper September 9, 2017 at 2:56 PM Thank you, Dorian, for the inspiring compliment ..Hugs Eve ~`*

Arthur Vaso August 23, 2017 at 11:04 AM Lovely poem, happiness is always about the people around you, money only buys comfort. Loved this! Eve Roper September 9, 2017 at 2:57 PM Thank you, Arthur, you are always so sweet and always there to inspire me..Hugs Eve ~`*

Andrea Dietrich August 22, 2017 at 5:30 PM a cute description of a time honored kids' sport, Eve. these kids sure knew hot to improvise. I miss these childhood days. Eve Roper September 9, 2017 at 2:58 PM Thank you, Andrea, I too miss my youth :) Hugs Eve ~`*

Dale Gregory Cozart August 22, 2017 at 9:38 AM The poem and the photo are a perfect match! Eve Roper September 9, 2017 at 2:59 PM Thank you, Dale, .Hugs Eve ~`*

Silent One August 22, 2017 at 7:39 AM life was so much more simple then and so much more fun, people made do with what they had.. A sentimental write.. Eve Roper September 9, 2017 at 2:59 PM Thank you, Silent One, you are always so sweet and always there to inspire me..Hugs Eve ~`*

Tim Smith August 22, 2017 at 6:55 AM Hard times but also fun times full of family values and neighborhood pride. Great Eve

Vijay Pandit August 22, 2017 at 6:30 AM A lovely depiction of the urban scene--so touching--the words paint a picture of the broom and the ball, and perhaps the life behind it all--well done Eve!

Joanna Daniel August 22, 2017 at 4:27 AM Such simple childhood games were in those times, Eve, well written:)