Long Sandpit Poems

gardens are where we are:

  from "Eden" to "Gilgamesh", "Babylon" to "Gethsemane"
  from mountain to coast, town to country
  from wetlands to desert oasis, under the sea to the edge of ice
...

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Go play in the sandpit was the call from my Mother,
Whenever I was bored.
My first teacher then took over from my Mother,
In repeating those same words of Wisdom.
Thankfully the words had sunk in by the...

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In the land of tin men, a little tin soldier he was made
Now painted red and blue in a wooden box he was laid

Was then given to a child, he was happy as could be
Thinking...

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It was one of those splendid mellow golden days 
in early autumn when many trees, though still green,
begin to betray a trace of red or yellow. 

In the afternoon I took little Eleanor to the...

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Now listen close to these tangles that we have involved in
As we evolve now, I'm just hoping that i can last longer
If I can program my mind into, as fast as a mind has ever...

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i  envy every child that I see in the street. I see them and I feel like I can remember
being like them. 

They live in the bliss of ignorance and have not yet discovered...

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Emma Rutledge

1876-1914

Greetings my friends, 

From this forgotten frump,

This long-dead girl who now haunts

This yawning ghost garden here.

In life, my tongue tasted many terrible lies;

All just worthless words from men,

Men I’d just as soon see dead

While...

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Remember when we were just kids,
When we shared a bath and a bedroom,
When we used to play outside,
On tinsel-decked scooters we’d zoom.
The back garden with the sandpit and swing,
The slide that gave us electric shocks,
The...

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recall your childhood
when you were so unaware of being a child
walking with swinging arms
babbling with chatter box like a brook
unencumbered by opinions, beliefs
unspoiled by graces and airs
unaware of age and wrinkles
when everyone was treated the...

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I've worked with children all my days,
The things they say sure do amaze.

"How did the baby get in you?
Will it come out with your poo?"

"You'll need much more loo paper than me,
Your bottom is so...

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There is a rocky path,
small fields on the left
and a mysterious forest on the right,
a fairyland.

Cold creek among the trees
running towards the lake.
A red short wall decorated with nettles
and a gate at the end of...

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Its leave fall on the garden that was never planted,
Its branches tickle the roof that was never painted.

It gives shade to the sandpit that was never christened,
Its roots encroach on  the lawn that was...

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I met my child within, 'Amy'.
We talked, we played, we engaged,
We looked each other's faces 
for expressions.
We looked into each other's eyes
for emotions.
I had a lot to learn from Amy.
I saw a toy truck in...

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When I was a child,
about 5-6 years old,
a friend and I found a lighter,
between us a plan evolved.

We ran straight to our sandpit,
grabbing everything that would burn,
we stacked it up high and lit it,
together we...

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The see saw of the mind...
distinctive in its play

The sandpit of creation...
imaginations stray...

In tandem toys are shared...
the broken ones we crave...

The depth of wilful notion...

our thoughts, our minds display...

We seldom impose our free will...

...The discovery...

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