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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Shawn L. Bird 
Awesome!! 🙂
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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, […]