Big Red Ball

Big Red Ball

A Poem by steppenwolf

 

Big 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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i love this...the poor kids appreciate that one toy...others have way too many, and lose interest so quickly...but this ball has lots of bounce.

i like the different style you employ in this piece....

Posted 8 Years Ago


I like that...only one big red ball per summer...sounds like the sun...

Posted 8 Years Ago



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steppenwolf

Orangeville, PA



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