Shawn L. Bird

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poem- rockery January 29, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:52 am
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We played in the rockery

and you always skinned your knees

because adventure was so much better than caution,

and my mother wasn’t likely to smack you

for disturbing the hen and chicks blooming

in the crevices.

 

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7 Responses to “poem- rockery”

  2. righteousbruin9 Says:
    January 29, 2016 at 8:39 pm

    The hens would probably have done some smacking of their own. 🙂

    Reply
  3. Lori Carlson Says:
    February 3, 2016 at 8:44 am

    Beautiful, Shawn… brought back two childhood memories for me… Thanks!

    Reply
  4. Memories Come Flooding Back | As the Fates Would Have It Says:
    February 3, 2016 at 8:58 am

    […] after reading Shawn Bird’s poem Rockery, I was able to relive two memories. The first was the many times while out playing with my sister, […]

    Reply

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