Tire swings burn
as weeds choke
abandoned sandboxes.
They're all grown up.
In a list
A contest entry
- 12~12~12 QUICKIE by Lavender Butterfly.
400 points, ended January 21, 2008, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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There's imagery as you write what's going on, then say the kids left which was already hinted
Very beautiful contrast that shows me with results of outdoor damage, the children have definitely not used and continued their old things because they're not that young anymore. I love, "as weeds choke abandoned sandboxes" as it is relatable with when my mamma and I stopped going to the sandpile because of poison splattered around. We went back one day and all you could mainly see was weeds.
Congratulations on the gold, and this has a different touch that doesn't tell,
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Congrats on gold!!
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Congrats on the gold, nicely done fellow poet
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congrats on the gold, well done
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This is fabulous ~ so grasping and wonderful... Thanks ever so much for sharing... x Love and light, Lavender Butterfly.
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