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.
Awesome!! 🙂
Thank you! Thanks for visiting!
The hens would probably have done some smacking of their own. 🙂
lol
Beautiful, Shawn… brought back two childhood memories for me… Thanks!
How nice!
[…] 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, […]
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Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary.
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Awesome!! 🙂
Thank you!
Thanks for visiting!
The hens would probably have done some smacking of their own. 🙂
lol
Beautiful, Shawn… brought back two childhood memories for me… Thanks!
How nice!
[…] 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, […]