BUMPING IN NUMBERS
Back then, [circa 1963]:
Leaving Central, along the way,
Sugarcane arrows look up to azure skies.
At the Croisee, in San Juan [we say Sawah],
We meet a new bustling vibe.
Up the Saddle Road to the school.
Us early folks in crisp pleated plaid skirts,
And white shirts,
Would absorb extra time playing Moral.
In boxes one to eight, the ball bumps.
Box One: one bump, and so on, and so forth;
Before the school bell sounds.
Chalk is white and balls are grey.
Ah, but [2018]...
Balls are much prettier now-a-days.
BUMPING IN NUMBERS © gillena cox 2018
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HAPPY MONDAY. You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #150, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites
NOTE
More about the game Moral HERE
Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day
It's All Fun and Games
Prompted by Rommy and challenged: to write a poem that incorporates the idea of a child's game - board game or a physical game (tag, hide and seek, etc.).
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# 81
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Blue Monday: Saguaro Forest
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REVISIT
16 April 2016
1. 16 April 2015
2. 16 April 2015
Enjoy The Music
