A boy in a Jumping Castle,
Full of concentration,
Happy in his own little world,
A world of his own creation.
What does he think as he leaps around,
Like some animal caged-in?
Soon he'll see us watching
And he'll dart us a flashing grin.
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TORNADO
(Acrostic)
Tearing across the sky
Overtaking lesser clouds.
Rushing, reeling, rolling by,
Nothing escapes....buildings, crowds!
Angry, a tube of wicked misery!
Dive for cover!
Or blow to eternity!
*
(Acrostic)
Tearing across the sky
Overtaking lesser clouds.
Rushing, reeling, rolling by,
Nothing escapes....buildings, crowds!
Angry, a tube of wicked misery!
Dive for cover!
Or blow to eternity!
*
6 comments:
Magnificent poetry...just the way I like it!
boy is cute! seems quite busy with what he's doing...have a good week!
Cute captures of the yellow. Happy MYM!
Max'll think - looking at us.... Why're these caged-out animals intensely watching me..!
The poem blows with intensity.. Like a tornado.
Children just love jumping, and in one of these they can jump without getting hurt. Much easier on the mothers, aunts and grandmothers who are watching!
Kay, Alberta
Oh I could almost imagine the l'il fella in front of me...very sweet, especially the grin in the end!:)
TORNADO was a power-punch!
"blow to eternity",indeed!
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