Tennis?
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The ball flew over the fence — only twice
Nice to have no pretense
Any scores just coincidence
Of skill there is no evidence
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Tag: play
June 2
Puddle Jumper
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Pulling these on for the most soggy of days
Dry socks, warm feet
Jumping into the center of puddles
Up down, repeat
Joy and laughter from a grown up person
Rain drop athlete
I will never begrudge a rainy day
As long as I can get outside and play.
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(A Cavatina Poem)
April 14
Abandoned Infrastructure
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Old infrastructure crumbles
Bold paint adorns gray walls
Cold air moves as voices rumble
Untold artists, after dark, leave scrawls.
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Adaptive reuse provides fun
Active legs will be aching next day
Live in the moment before there are none
Forgive freely and make time to play.
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(A Lento Poem)
March 12
Change is on the way
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Skunk cabbage! The first sign that spring
Is just a few sunsets away,
It’s mottled flowers reminding
To set the clocks forward timing
Transition to new kinds of play.
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Near time to stow board and bindings
Pull tent and bike from where they stay
Prepare for warm weather hiking.
Don’t yet put snow gear in hiding
Maybe we’ll still have a snow day.
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(A Copla Real Poem)
February 2
Hell yes! 6 more weeks of winter!
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Wind
Bites cheeks
Nips noses
Pushes riders
Sways lifts, moves snow, tests layers, adds challenge.
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(Another triolet poem)
January 30
Foot Stomping
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I am not too old
For wishing for a snow day.
I am not too old
To have a very large toy box.
I am not too old
For bike riding with my friends.
I am not too old
For making snow angels.
I am not too old
To dance to the songs on commercials.
I am not too old
To enjoy pizza dinners and ice cream desserts.
I am not too old
For stopping and smelling the flowers.
I am not too old
To slide across the floor in brightly colored socks.
I am not too old
To strap into a snowboard and slide down a mountain.
I am not too old
For coloring colorful pictures.
I am too old
To bother staying within the lines.
I am not too old
To fling myself through rapids in a little boat.
I am not too old
for learning.
I am not too old
For lifting bark on rotting logs to look for bugs.
I am not too old
To leap from boulder to boulder.
I am not too old
To try new tricks.
I am not too old
That the glorious feel of cool crumbly soil escapes me.
I am not too old
To delight when my skirt puffs up as I spin and twirl around.
I am not too old
For falling in love again.
I am not too old
To do anything that makes me happy.
I am not too old.
I am not too old.
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(An Anaphora Poem)
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