Kickball Poems - Poems about Kickball

...‘Blessed I was to be young in an age of charmed dreamers.’ Childhood in suburbia wanting for nothing; Kickball and flashlight tag ‘til dinner was set; Be home by the time the neighborhood’s lit......

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...At camp, we braided lanyards And spent hours in the pool. We both dressed and acted differently From when we were in school. We played kickball, softball, newcomb And rehearsed the yearly play......

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...kickball and biking swinging on swings at the park . . . youth’s sweet vibrant spark Memories of my childhood and teenage years are probably the strongest of all my memories. I don’t quite know ......

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...Years before 13th birthday Sun beckons me run play In the street under golden ray With neighborhood kids on hills of clay Learning to ride bike and skate Playing kickball run chase Playing fo......

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...finding shapes in clouds or four-leaf clovers in fields . . . the child’s eye searches What does it mean to view life through a child’s eyes? For me it means searching for things of wond......

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...What happened to the America I once knew? Where children could play kickball in the street And next-door neighbors were tried and true Dining rooms were places where families eat. Pa......

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...Hiding Under My 3rd Grade Desk David J Walker Mrs. Pollards smile Was enough to reassure every member Of her third-grade class That their world was secure As the crass voice in the Cr......

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...Girls in the 4th Grade David J Walker I remember being Distracted in my 4th-grade class By her perfectness But then, who really notices girls In the 4th grade when we were Choosing up ......

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..."How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood" Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842 One thing that we kids loved was listening to Disney records. The......

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...A Mischief of a Creature There's a special bond, Between a cat and a man. They're a perfect union together, With love at its center of hand. He loves to investigate things, But that's just......

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...As a child I was called a Tom Boy, following my twin brother like a shadow, wherever he went I would tag along, hanging out with school boys to belong. Backyard kickball kept us out of trouble,......

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...Picking berries on grandpa’s farm; watching him milk cows in the barn. Getting chased once by swarms of bees. Oodles of childhood memories. Books that I read with so much to gain. Walking down......

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...Traces of the masterful impregnable prepubescent wall still extant scads of decades since complex edifice erected to force tall permanently leaving me unmoored, marooned, and furloughed ready fo......

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...Does chocolate milk come from a brown cow Is a rabbit's foot lucky for the bunny What good is a wish on a falling star Are dad jokes never ever funny Whatever happened to conversations Why are......

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...The schools are all in a kickball game competition. I thought we would be the first school to sign up. We are the first at everything else, and I love kickball. If I had not torn my meniscus and A......

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