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The Wrecking Ball

She stood forlorn behind the chain link fence Her mortared bricks still clinging to the earth A battle lost with every gasping breath Against the war of time and death A monument behind a chain link moat Reveals a glimpse of what had been supreme With boarded eyes, the windows that watched us learn Where teachers stood and wrote our names upon the board And gave us wealth, while we absorbed Like sponges, soaked, we kept in places stored But each piece of what I've taken from this place Became in part of what I would become So little did we know while we were young How swiftly flies the time from when we're thrown Into the world of vast unknowns So far away from all our childhood comfort zones... My dreams still play with friendships now long gone Yet holding hands our shadows linger on Laughter rings, as feet run through the halls How sad it is to see it now For soon the wrecking ball will force this giant to it's knees I see the ghost of children at their games Racing beyond their childhood in the shade Red wagons pull my childhood back in time Farewell to time, she was a grand old school of mine

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 8/25/2010 4:33:00 AM
Congratulations on your first place win Carrie with this wonderful entry!
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Date: 8/23/2010 5:24:00 AM
Congratulations on your win Carrie in Deborah Guzzi's contest "Free Verse Jewels of the Crown". Love, Carol
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Date: 8/22/2010 3:04:00 PM
Dear Carrie, this is terrific and well deserving of first place. Congratulations on your win! My elementary school was recently demolished, so like you, "My shadow lays with friendships now long gone." Beatutiful! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 8/21/2010 5:33:00 PM
Congrats on your first place win, Carrie
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Date: 8/21/2010 5:32:00 PM
YOU naughty one got me in hot water By not doing as you were asked! ;) What can I say? You used the devices asked and LIFE interfered with the typing process! YOU #1 poet YOU!
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Date: 8/21/2010 7:33:00 AM
hi Carrie :) Super congrats on this nostalgic and emotional piece! Wow, I sure couldn't help but feel sad with the fate of these buildings-- wonderful work you did with this one! -- congrats again! hope you're having a wonderful vacation! -- hugs nikko :)
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Date: 8/21/2010 7:03:00 AM
Congrats Carrie on your first place win in Debbie's contest with this brilliant write.. enjoy ciao..luv..
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Date: 8/20/2010 2:25:00 PM
Ohhhhhhh Lordy Lordy child where the heck is the foot note??? pace, pace, fret
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Date: 8/20/2010 8:17:00 AM
I meant...LOL see below add the exact note to the bottom of the page!!! woman! * I've used the poetic devises of personification and metaphor...
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Date: 8/20/2010 6:02:00 AM
Can't place you unless you list your poetic devises on the bottom (PS do not start with a weak word such as IT on line 1, name IT) * I've used the floowing poetic devises alliteration, personification, metaphor...judging so gettie UP gal!
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Date: 8/17/2010 5:48:00 PM
Ahhhhhhhhhhh HAH! finally ...one which to me is FREE VERSE. GAH! double GAH! (Oh I was giving you a compliment!) ;)
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Date: 7/11/2010 8:08:00 PM
Three of my childhood schools have met this fate and it saddened many classmates as it did me. They will survive in our memories though, and in yearbooks for yet another generation to come. It was a good poem that brought back memories. Thanks for reminding me of these old friends! RAY
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Date: 7/10/2010 10:56:00 AM
Oh my, Carrie! Every line is a gem and I totally agree with Sharon's comment...the last time I visited my old elementary school and the house where I spent my childhood, both were still standing...but everything seemed so much smaller for some reason - Tim
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Date: 7/8/2010 6:58:00 AM
Carrie, what a terrific poem. I love poems that paint a picture in my mind and the visions your words create are vivid and real. I love judging the entries without knowing who the authors are but I am never surprised to find your name at or near the top once revealed. You are a truely talented poet. Joe
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Date: 7/8/2010 6:53:00 AM
Congratulations Carrie on your win in Joe Flach's contest "A Poem That Doesn't Rhyme". Love, Carol
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Date: 7/7/2010 7:38:00 PM
They recently tore down my grade school as well, Carrie. Darn those thoughtless wrecking balls, destroying the buildings. At least the memories remain. Congratulations on your win with this great poem! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 7/7/2010 4:29:00 PM
As Chris D. Aechtner said, "[I can]...feel the atmosphere in this one. It has a ghostly feel..." Very nostalgic. Congratulations on your win!! :)
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Date: 7/7/2010 3:39:00 PM
wow! cannot get rid of the chills. this is so excellent Carrie, I cannot even begin to explain how it reached me. you must consider a book, if you haven't yet. your poetry seriously, is brilliant. I remain in awe and I bow to you - yes I do! you have immense talent. congrats!!! love & hugs, shar xoxo
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Date: 7/7/2010 11:46:00 AM
Congrats on your well deserved win in Joe’s contest. your write was great! May you have many more wins as you keep your passionate pen alive… Please keep writing great poems, and enjoy this honor. Love, Adeleke
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Date: 7/7/2010 11:13:00 AM
Congratulations on your fantastic 2nd Place Win in Joe's contest, Carrie! Always a pleasure to read! Worthy indeed! Love, audrey
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Date: 7/7/2010 10:24:00 AM
I'ts a bit like the theme of Carolyn's and I love this one too. Congrats on your third place, Carrie. Luv, Andrea
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Date: 7/7/2010 9:07:00 AM
Lovely and nostalgic. It is sad to see what time does to buildings and memories. Congratlulations on your win. Love, Joyce
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Date: 7/4/2010 1:56:00 PM
Carrie, this brought back memories. When I was five, our next door neighbour burned down our house. From the walls of my school, I watched it being knocked down, sad memories indeed. I'm glad I am here to write these comments. Happy 4th of July >> James
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Date: 7/4/2010 10:33:00 AM
What a GREAT poem! You've said it all. A few years ago I visited my old grade school in Denver. The graffiti people had done their job, windows out, a wreck, but I could still hear the kids in the sand lot playing ball. I remembered the building as being enormous. You guessed it - it was quite small. Have a great Fourth. Love, daver
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Date: 7/4/2010 10:27:00 AM
Loved this piece here.. I'm new so have mercy and I hope you have an open mind my styles pretty different. Enjoy ya day
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