Wednesday, June 26, 2019

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TO SCHOOL AND BACK
As a child i walked to school and back
Holding my younger sister's hand we went our way
Our school bags had straps, we sang songs of knapsacks
We walked in plain white sneakers called (crepesoles)
Laced up the front, we walked to school and back
We scrubbed and whitened with liquid white polish
Our (crepesoles); laces we washed then laced them back
Walking home from school, there were stop points
Mango trees, Tamarind trees, boys pelted stones, whack!
Fruit fell, we all, girls and boys scrambled a few
Though far, we walked all the same to school and back
TO SCHOOL AND BACK © gillena cox


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Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Walk



THIS POEM IS A DRY DAY, A LITTLE ADVENTURE, A BRIDGE
This poem is a dry day
This poem is a little adventure
This poem is a bridge

The mud, still squelching after the rain,
Leaves nothing to anyone's gain,
Least of all to a timid little girl,
Her hair forever sets in a stray curl,
This poem is a dry day.

They set out to go to a school friend's house,
Why does she have to be such a mouse?
We all walk in sapats with tyre straps,
Our wooden soles sounds a racket in laps,
This poem is a little adventure.

Oh come on we all walked across the plank
Why didn't you stay back if you're such a blank
Come on, the wooden plank is sturdy
Oh come on cross over cross over hurry
This poem is a bridge

This poem is a dry day, this poem is a little adventure, this poem is a bridge
THIS POEM IS A DRY DAY, A LITTLE ADVENTURE, A BRIDGE
© gillena cox


Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Bridge





DURABLY BAD
Plastic Bag looked might sad
We choked some whales a tad
Surely we are out
Without any doubt
They say we are just durably bad
DURABLY BAD © gillena cox


Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Plastic bag




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