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Childhood Poetry Schooldays

Pint Sized Sheriff

#Writeclub #poetry #Nursery #Playground #School

Note from Inky : I’ve used the english terms for the younger end of school here, i realise they might be different elsewhere!

In response to the write club prompt “I am the law”

Written in a moment of insomnia by inky.

The posse in the playground are all taking cover –

there’s a new sheriff in town

Rolling into the playground on his wheeled silver horse

he’ll take on the bad guys (and raiders of course)

new hat, new leathers and britches

he’ll sort out the wild west of this dry gulch school

They took out the last sheriff in a high stakes duel

he landed on his bottom in the paddling pool!

And covered in sticky and given a fright

his deputies were in soapy suds for most of the night

The bandits they raided the tuck shop and all

till the leader of the playground sent out a call

Dressed in his boots and his one gallon hat

he yelled “i’m the sheriff!” and that was that

Water cascaded from east to the west

and the soaked bandits gave up to the sheriff that was best.

So to supersoakers in playground there’s a new kid in town

armed with his water pistols he’ll take them all down.

Post Note: When all of this happened teachers were in a muddle

on a bright shiny day the playground was a puddle!

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Poetry

Buildin’ it up

#Civilization

They give you a plot of land

and a pot of cash to spend

your dreams of a marvellous city

grow without end

Tents and huts become cottages

with fields of wheat and cows

technology gets developed

as you read and learn and browse

Advisors give you the knowledge

what to build and who to hire

and keep your island safe

from collapses and of fire

And as you reach the finish line

you’ve almost done the race

completing an ultimate goal

a city grown in space

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Poetry

Tag

#fowc #tag

school of fish …. image by inky

down in the deep

where the water is warm

young fish come out of school

to play among the coral

going west and then east

following tide and current,

and as one fish catches the other

he calls he calls out in bubbles…..you’re it.
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Poetry

Shake

#FOWC #Shake

Sailing through the air, go the dice

Hitting the table hard

A chance you get a double six ?

King of wishful thinking

Everyone knows those odds are long

Someone’s setting pulses racing

Hearts all a flutter

As the fruit and icecream

Keep pulsing and turning in the blender

Entry into the glass – moments away