A memory came up of a poem I wrote long ago, and I thought I would share it today! Pretty sure I'm sitting on a gold mine: My Morning at the Rec Center
‘Twas Saturday morning and all through the courts were racquets, balls bouncing, and men in short shorts. I looked for my family and found them in eight. I decided to stretch, as I sat there to wait. Then what to my wondering eyes should I see, but the back of my lids at about 9:23. I had stretched to the point where I stayed very still, and my eyes started to close against my own will. So I pulled on my coat and laid down my head. Some sweatshirts I used for my makeshift bed. I lay there and slept to a lullaby of sorts; sounds of racquets, balls bouncing, and men in short shorts.
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AuthorQuerying picture book author. I have a passion for creativity, perspective, imagination, & learning! Pro-tip: click on "Activity" under the category option for posts that include experiences and activities you can do with your shorties.
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