We had a playhouse,
since was I older, I owned three fourths of it.
we had a small unfinished wooden chair,
a small table and other things
inside our private space.
adults couldn’t get inside our abode,
because it was four feet high.
what fun to be eight and ten years old.
our playhouse.
We had a playhouse
made of unpainted plywood,
with a small window on each side.
with a tar paper roof,
no more than a square,
eight feet on a side,
our playhouse.
We had a playhouse
which we called our fort.
My brother and I always tried to dress up
in our cowboy hats,
furry vest, rawhide chaps,
black and white cowboy boots,
two six shooter cap guns,
our playhouse.
We had a playhouse
we fought off imaginary indians,
sheep ranchers and sometimes
neighborhood kids,
we sometimes asked other kids
to help defend the ranch and our town.
imaginary cattle ranchers
we were with a 4 acre spread.
our playhouse.
Author notes
Author's Notes: "Picture Prompt Contest by paw-writer" Free Verse Poem Entry
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt! by Nicada.
550 points, ended August 26, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Did we have fun in childhood??
Comments
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Love it. Really brought me back (not all that many years ago as I'm 21 but hey, time is relative, so it feels like a long time.) Didn't have a real "playhouse" but this poem brought back tons of childhood memories. Thanks for sharing it; congrats on the honorable mention.
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ooo I love the imagery in this! It seems that as you're recalling it, I, as the reader am there with you also going through all the experiences and playing around. hehe, sounds like you guys had a lot of fun when you were little!
Keep on writing,
Alex -
I like the way you used imagery in this poem. You painted a very clear picture of not only what your playhouse looked like, but also of what happened there. It kind of makes me sad that I never had a playhouse like it to play in with my friends or siblings growing up- we jut had to make do with what we had- which was our rooms and the outdoors- which are not the same as a seperate playhouse, since adults can and do enter into both.
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Lovely, descriptive.
I adored the picture! I must tell you this: I am addicted to old family photos and also to photography in general. This little sepia one is so captivating ... what happiness do you two little ones reflect! And: I can SEE which one is you -- so cute that you still carry that little face LOL
Now: you already know I loved this poem. Please allow me a suggestion. Personally I feel the repetition of We had a playhouse is somewhat of a hindrance. Could you perhaps rework the entrance lines of these stanzas? E.g. third stanza:
We called this playhouse
our fort.
fourth stanza:
In our playhouse
we fought off imaginary Indians
It is your poem, but I think the narrative can work in a more natural way.
Nevertheless, a wonderful memory reflected upon.
Kindest regards
Myra
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Lovely memories, I bet you travel back often to those simpler times to once again real the joy of those moments wash over you once more. Great work hun, hugs, Bunny
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