Childhood

Two posts in one day again. I wrote this poem, and I wants me to (yes, that was improper grammar. yes, I said it that way on purpose) publish it in a newspaper. So I'm going to ask around, and hope for the best. Yay!!!


Childhood

By Julianna Isbell (ME!)

I used to speak the lingo
that the stars whispered at night.
I used to climb the Sycamores,
breathless from the sight.
I used to watch the flowers bloom,
curious of how.
I used to fly on tire swings
and jump from bough to bough.

I used to dance in cooling rains
and splash the puddles dry.
I used to watch the clouds
and painted pictures on the sky.

I used to catch the fireflies
and gaze at silver moons.
I used to swing and pretend to soar when the sun was high at noon.

I used to be a kid, of course,
but that was way back then,
when innocence and I were joined
like paper and a pen.