The words:
trellis
appearence
deect
youngster
laundry
The old trellis,
its roses and clematis long dead,
the once dignified appearence
now shabby with the neighbor
lady's laundry hanging
over the top; to the youngster,
the boy with the black hair,
he saw not the look
or any such defect, but
an adventure,
a place to play
and a place
to dream.
3 comments:
LOL I guess it's not surprising that our thoughts lead us in the same direction - it's about the words! Yours is very descriptive and well-written!!
Your poem reminds me of how children like playing in cardboard boxes instead of with their real toys. What adventures one can find while in that box. Wonderful post. Have a nice day.
oh, that's so playful.... a most enjoyable response to the prmopt
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