play time

play time

A Poem by freelancejouster

 

 

 

 

 

 

technicolor pegs peep through,

stuck into a weathered wooden plank,

meant to be hit repeatedly, incessantly

 

a dozen, or a hundred, characters

poured onto the floor

to be neglected until someone tries

to gather them back up

 

and sticky toddler hands

carry a tattered green army man

on a plastic gazelle into battle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2012 freelancejouster


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LOL.
Sounds like stuff I still do at the ripe old age of 38 on some Sturday nights! lol! I suppose I am the eternal child.

I especially love that last line. It really shows how wonderfully ignorant of war a child can be; and how wonderfully ignorant of war we could all be, if we'd just stop being so damned grown up. :)
t

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Prepping to be chief someday.We keep playing as we grow older.The game is just more dangerous.Less rewarding.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

LOL.
Sounds like stuff I still do at the ripe old age of 38 on some Sturday nights! lol! I suppose I am the eternal child.

I especially love that last line. It really shows how wonderfully ignorant of war a child can be; and how wonderfully ignorant of war we could all be, if we'd just stop being so damned grown up. :)
t

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very reiterative of the childhood experience.

Posted 12 Years Ago


great images, simple yet stunning.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 26, 2012
Last Updated on April 14, 2012
Tags: toddler, toys, playing, colorful

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