Image by Mike Worrall
Next year,
when we were children
we loved
skipping time:
double Dutch forward,
peppers back,
criss-cross applesauce
back and forth again.
back and forth again.
Who could keep track
of when we are?
Not the jumper,
or swingers,
or those in line
waiting their turn.
This is for Grace in the Imaginary Garden. She asked us to write about one of the many, delightful paintingsof Mike Worrall. And it's also for Mary's prompt involving childhood toys or games over at dVerse Poets Pub. Click on each of the links for more responses.
