Tagged: child play

poem about being young 3

Dirty Window

Poem Through dirty windows I can see the mountain full of golden days, the days of friendship close to me, when we cared not of yesterday, when everything was greener, shining, and we believed...

Tree Stump, Poetry Prose 0

Backyard Delight

Haibun Poem   The apple tree’s trunk split into two like outstretched open arms. A step onto a stump and an arm around one of the splits ensured an easy climb. Dean and I...

Sledding Haibun Poetry 0

Sledding

Haibun Poetry   Frankie lays the turquoise toboggan on the edge of the snowy hill. He sits down and jerks himself forward—again and again. Until he races down the slope to the field below....

Immigrant Monkey 0

American Rain

I sat there for a moment, feeling the support of the two tiny legs of the red stool. Before that day, I’d never been relegated to the corner. It’s not that I was a...