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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.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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CaptainFabulous This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 26, 2011 at 2:39 pm:

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!

 
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Literalist17 said...
Mar. 24, 2011 at 12:36 pm:
I really liked the images in this poem, they reminded me of my childhood as well. =) awesome job!
 
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