Playing from Memory

blue and white

When I was a child
we played with sticks, rocks and mud, and
garter snakes until they escaped
into the long grass of unmown fields.

We looked for frog eggs —
and later for tadpoles — in
murky ditches of standing water
alongside gravel roads.

We went barefoot
and sometimes forgot to sidestep
the patches of barbed sand stickers that
latched onto the soles of our feet.

When I was a child
growing up in a small town,
I never realized
what a privilege it was.


CFFC: Blue and White

About Maggie C

Stained glass artist, writer, respecter of life.
This entry was posted in humanity, photo challenge, Photography, poetry, serious stuff, spirituality and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to Playing from Memory

  1. It was a privilege wasn’t it? How else does one learn to be creative?

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Cee Neuner says:

    These new jungle gyms come in so many fun colors. Great entry for this week. 😀

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s