In the playground,
we played our games
of survival,
jostling for space
as footballs
flew, like buzz bombs,
round the yard.
Only the strongest
and most feared
had room enough
to play.
Some thought it wise
to seek the safety
of the wall,
and would not
join the play at all.
But in the end,
I thought it better
to befriend
the feared ones,
and join the race
for space.
A contest entry
- School Days, not a PIF by ecrivain01.
450 points, ended September 11, 2008, 9 entries
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Not bad ...
and I see you had a helper with spelling. Kudos to him too.
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Excellent
What!... No pennies up the wall in the bogs?...Lol... The playground was both, a battleground and a learning ground for me... I was lucky, at my school, brother followed sister in the same scholl so there would be ten or so kids from one family in the playgrounds..Ah...They were the days!... Thanks for the memories, Poetess... DW.
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Cute. Brings back memories, both good and bad, of elementary school...
I wonder if two spots that I found unusual are intentional - the spelling of 'feard' rather than 'feared' in two spots, or the hyphenation of 'foot-balls' on the fifth line... just thought that it struck me as unusual and that I would ask.
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