childhood unplugged
the child in the sandbox
with a shovel and pail
graduates to a tricycle,
to a bouncy ball, to a
kite, to a jump-rope or
mitt, to jacks or mumbly-
peg, to hopscotch and
somersaults, or sky-
tag on the playground,
to tree-climbing, to 50
yard dashes, to keep-
away, to shooting hoops,
to riding no-handed,
to swimming, to diving,
to skipping rocks, to may-
be noticing the opposite
sex, maybe that first kiss,
but that's later, some-
where down the road.
First, there is a sandbox.
Poetry by jim

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Written on 2023-08-26 at 13:36




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