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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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Animals Cats Character Poetry

Rolling on in

Salford, Monday 4th May

It’s early morning, as i rise

and the street is busy to my surprise

for waking up the chorus (Dawn)

a pussy cat, a little forlorn

He’d spent his time, with his pals last night

playing around under the street lights

but now Ra is up, it has to be said

this furry old cat wants in for his bed

His stomach is full, thanks to a friend on the street

corned beef from a can – a most tasty treat

but his thoughts turned to breakfast, as on street he did play

so off to the garden , he began to make way

And up is his owner, so he’s through the back door

and slowly he goes off to his bed on the floor

so while humans are out, with meetings they keep

our furry old pussycat, is in bed, sound asleep

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Poetry

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#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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Animals Cats Poetry

Two Brothers

A tale of two neighbourhood cats – c/o my profile on allpoetry.com

Sat on a grassy spot,
someplace by the house
two brothers sit on the outside porch
dreaming about a mouse

They’re waiting for their mum
to serve up summat for tea
and have been playing in the backyard
rolling in the grass with glee

Prowling through the green grass
as not to be seen or heard
pouncing on patches of lawn
hunting for a bird

Climbing on tables and chairs
in their fur all black and white
pondering what’s their catfood tray
thinking – what’s for tea tonight ?

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Acrostic Clothes Garden

Thorny

Thorny

rose-thorns.jpg

Running through a rose garden

often ruins your clothes

Specially if you are wearing a woollen jumper

expect those knitted specialities to get

Snagged on a spike or two – creating a hole that’ll need to be patched

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Childhood Chocolate Cities Fun Growing up Leisure Life

Playground

Ode to a Playground

Ode to a playground
by Brian F Kirkham

It’s all covered up now

buried in mortar and brick

the price of progress

A square plot

an oasis of fun

set in a Salford Square

Swings See-saws and Stumps

Situated by Streets

Settled by Kids

Bonbons and Ten Penny Mixes

Shared on a Seat

By friends down the street

Imagination Boundless

as Young minds they play

Passing the day

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Character Clouds Nature Weather

A Clouds Tale

Some readers might think they recognise this post – I haven’t reposted it.  This poem was an inspiration for a “Tale of a Kite”

The clouds were playing in the clear blue sky
when one got frustrated with one of his toys
he’d found it on a stretch of sand
and was quite happy watching it fall and land
but try as he might he couldn’t make it fly
and gave aloud a little cry
Said mother nature to the lad
“now now little one its not all a fuss
the tail needs untangling – it could have been worse”
She fixed it up with bits of shell
washed up plastic , and marble as well
and when all was well, the cloud blew it in the air
playing in th’sunshine without a care