Here is my current Junkyard Poetry poem. I haven't got a name for it yet. Check out the site and play along!
Cops and robbers and indians too
magicians and detectives looking for clues,
hiding in tree houses and reading a book
learning to fish and bait a hook.
Playing hide and seek behind the shed
pretending your shot and roll over dead
Mother-May-I and hopscotch for hours
making wreaths and crowns out of flowers.
Kickball and baseball and ring-around-the-rosie
playing house with friends in a playhouse so cozy
riding your bike until the end of day
These are the games that children used to play.
Cops and robbers and indians too
magicians and detectives looking for clues,
hiding in tree houses and reading a book
learning to fish and bait a hook.
Playing hide and seek behind the shed
pretending your shot and roll over dead
Mother-May-I and hopscotch for hours
making wreaths and crowns out of flowers.
Kickball and baseball and ring-around-the-rosie
playing house with friends in a playhouse so cozy
riding your bike until the end of day
These are the games that children used to play.
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