"Child"
Long years ago
old swings
and warm weather
sunsets on water
sand dollars
sea shells
racing down
the gully path
on my worn out
Tonka truck
poinsettia
by the garbage pit
blue water
clear sky
run down the hill
on warm, white
crushed gravel
[first published in Saskatchewan Writers' Guild, WindScript, Volume 9, #2]
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AUTHOR'S NOTES
✫・゜・。.・。. ✭I lived on Blue Mountain in the interior of Jamaica for 3 years as a kid. There's much I don't remember - just a handful of sensations and the echoes of stories retold. I tried to capture them here. As a result, this is one of my first good poems that I'm truly proud of -- more sensual and less conceptual than my earliest works.
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