Atmosphere Childhood MAG

May 25, 2010
By NinaFarryn SILVER, Roanoke Rapids, North Carolina
NinaFarryn SILVER, Roanoke Rapids, North Carolina
5 articles 28 photos 24 comments

I remember days in childhood where I would plop myself down on the grass
And tug on its blades,
Then tilt my head upward,
Where I would see clouds as animals constantly morphing shapes,
A turtle that curls in his feet to become a snail,
I would giggle,
And the turtle-snail would extend his neck
And poke out his feet
To shift into a goofy-looking giraffe
That reminded me of the animal cracker ones
That I had reduced to crumbs
On the corner of my mouth.
Years have passed,
My days of short hair,
Overalls and bare feet over,
But childish wonder remains,
Even though countless dull science classes have explained to me what the sky is,
I see it differently,
The sky itself seems like that endless blue-and-white blanket
I used on late cool summer nights
To hide from darkness
By pulling it over my body
And holding up the small electrical sun.



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on Mar. 26 2011 at 2:39 pm
CaptainFabulous GOLD, Gray Summit, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"Sometimes I believe in as many as six impossible things before breakfast" - Lewis Carroll

great poem

even though Ive grown up there is always a piece of me that still wants to be a child, this poem reminds me of it!


on Mar. 24 2011 at 12:36 pm
Literalist17 SILVER, Monte Vista, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
"Tact is, of course, only for those who lack the wit to possess sarcasm"

I really liked the images in this poem, they reminded me of my childhood as well. =) awesome job!




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