Big Red BallA Poem by steppenwolfBig Red Ball A big red ball bouncing down the street The heat Of summer doesn’t stop the children Their parents don’t have money for toys Joys are economical and carefully dispensed. So the children run after the ball Their parents call Don’t run But the children know better. There is only one big red ball per summer Since it is still June Summer is a fragile balloon So easily punctured by lost balls. © 2015 steppenwolf |
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