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Cari
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Englnand

0 posted 2016-07-09 03:26 PM


Playtime


Playtime, that twice a day interlude
Escape from the formal classroom
Sounds of the girls skipping games
Drifting though the open window
The same old rhymes, handed down
Sang by mothers and grandmothers
~
I’ll tell ma when I get home
The boys won’t leave the girls alone
They pull our hair and break our bones
I’ll tell ma when I get home
~
Miss Crawford smiled
Children, her children
The yearly conveyor belt
Which renewed the flock
Long before teenage uncertainty
Sullied their innocence
~
She crossed to the window
Scooting Tommy on his fifth lap
An eight year old torpedo
Trailing an errant shoelace
Never to study at Ruskin college
But destined for happiness on a red tractor
~
Not long now, a month or two
Before the march of progress
Trampled the village school
Neglect in the ruptured tarmac
in the flaking paintwork
and rusting window latches
~
The town school new, grotesque
A sterile box of plastic and glass
Miss Crawford retired to her homely cottage
Where, on a soft summer day
She could see the old school
And hear the ghosts of the children at play
~
I’ll tell ma when I get home
The boys won’t leave the girls alone
They pull our hair and break our bones
I’ll tell ma when I get home


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Lori Grosser Rhoden
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since 2009-10-10
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1 posted 2016-07-09 06:41 PM


Delightful! Memories tugging at the heartstrings of childhood. You captured it all perfectly! What a joy to read! ~L
Redstart
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since 2014-05-16
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2 posted 2016-07-09 06:47 PM


This is sublime, and I know the song too.

Redstart
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3 posted 2016-07-09 06:59 PM


Clancy Brothers

JerryPat2
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since 2011-02-06
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South Louisiana
4 posted 2016-07-09 07:27 PM


Ahhh . . . Miss Crawford within this poem made me think of Miss Reinhart, my first grade teacher. Yep, I was one of those pulling at the girls' hair. Fun read.

~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~

Ari Squire
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In The Phallus Lane
5 posted 2016-07-11 01:28 AM


There's much peace to be found on a "red tractor", like a Farmall Super 'C', for one. Great read Cari, extraordinary.

Loving Linny Jean is poetry.

JamesMichael
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Kapolei, Hawaii, USA
6 posted 2016-07-11 09:24 PM


wonderful writing...james
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