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Dancing Cows and the Sadness of Raspberries
Do you remember
Those days when we would talk
Of nothing but the dreams we had
Our lives would look at them
And laugh.
Some of them were like now
When all we would ever see
Were dancing cows
And elephants with wings
In the back of our heads.
And our hands would hold
Melting pink raspberries
Who were almost sad
In the hands of their predetors;
Freshly picked from
A bush in our front yard.
And we sipped our lemonade
As we watched the grass
Drink from the giving mouth
Of the sprinkler.
Our face would wrinkle
As our happiness took over,
The dark cloud of boredom
Crying rain
As we jumped around like children
Using the rainbow as a hat,
Our smiles
Singing to the world.
Justine Marie Zingg
8/2/02
I like the images from childhood that you draw upon in this poem.
I did notice a typo in the line "In the hands of their predetors;" it should be "predators".
i really like this for the way you've captured the joys of innocence in writing. even the way that you reminisce and don't include the present suggests the difference there now is once people have lost their childhood. well done!