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Pinwheels And Lemon Peels
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Pinwheels And Lemon Peels |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 Pinwheels And Lemon Peels By: Noah Eaton 5/26/07 Let’s have a field day, there’s so much hedonistic helium to absorb, balloon shaving, daylight saving, half-tone engraving our spontaneous folklore, heart flipping like whirling dervishes, from Half Pint’s Peak to the Matterhorn, and watch our six-year old shadows linger, like the Zambezi Zinger, carefree as bell ringers, naked as the day we were born. All you cherish could never fit in a summer shoebox, because you’re an incandescent adolescent, exalting under the humidity, of the moon in each iridescent crescent, so jump and smile, wondrous child. We’re having a field day, running through the wet grass, with water sprinkler body paint, laughing away our right of way, in every little snow cone relay, we keep doubling back, to jumping jacks on the go-cart track, and fifty-yard dashes in burlap potato sacks. So tell me how it feels, to go for a spin in a catherine wheel, to all who never run out of reasons to laugh, minutes are measured by pinwheels and lemon peels, so jump and smile, wondrous child. We spent the mid-afternoon, under the apple blossoms, we got tongue-tied counting dragonflies, as we stared up at each cotton blossom, remembering the awkward grace, we felt years ago running the three-legged race, still keeping that ribbon in your pencil case. So tell me how it feels, to go for a spin in a catherine wheel, to all who never run out of reasons to laugh, minutes are measured by pinwheels and lemon peels, so jump and smile, wondrous child. All you cherish could never fit in a summer shoebox, because you’re an incandescent adolescent, exalting under the humidity, of the moon in each flourescent crescent, so jump and smile, wondrous child. . . . . . So tell me how it feels, to go for a spin in a catherine wheel, to all who never run out of reasons to laugh, minutes are measured by pinwheels and lemon peels, so tell me how it feels, to go for a spin in a catherine wheel, to all who never run out of reasons to laugh, minutes are measured by pinwheels and lemon peels, making leap days of the midway… "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other" Mother Teresa |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
want to be in it! want to be in it! what a beautiful time for children. I want to sit in the middle to enjoy a heavenly joy ride. a very cheerful poem. thank you for the pleasant photo too. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Yippee! Noah's summer fun poems have begun! Gosh, the little cherub in me wants to play and spin in a Catherine Wheel! Delightfully entertaining read! Love & Summertime hugs, Linda |
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