No Box To Play In

by RainbowSlider   May 7, 2007


Yay, We get to play outside.
Yippy, tossing the book aside.
Ate all my crayons anyway.
I would rather just play.

I can't seem to find my spoon.
Must of left in on the moon.
It will be there when I get back.
Train derails off the track.

Just sitting here kicking sand.
Don't think I can understand.
But oh my what a view.
Sharing this with you.

I can draw with my toes.
Sand comes back in though.
But whats the big deal.
Atleast I can still feel.

Listening to ocean waves.
Watching the birds play.
Tide comes in washing away.
Minnows swimming today.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Isabella

    Cool.

  • 17 years ago

    by Choose xX Alex Xx Life

    Really real poem you have here lol, l really liked the way it can chang peoples views thats real hard to do, lovely flow :D

    please read and comment on The bodys rain :D thank you xxx alex xxx take care