Hickory and Dickory
Raced through the room
Light on their feet
Sat on their brooms
Laughter filled
That once bleak place
Smiles abundant
On each young face
Each free to imagine
Permitted to run
Full of happiness
Teeming with fun
Pretending to be
All they could envision
Not even minding
The occasional collision
Young and certain
Contented as could be
Childish antics
Filling them with glee
Cowboys one second
Witches the next
Other times a monster
No one would expect
The beauty of imagination
Pervading young minds
Makes the rest of us wish
We could press rewind
And although we can’t go back
We can still stay young at heart
We just have to rein in
All those lost images from the start
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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Time passes. Tick… Tock… This little piggie ran all the way home and he huffed and he puffed and blew the house down and killed little miss muffet and little jack horner while all the king’s men couldn’t put Humpty together again but the three bears ate the little piggie for dinner.
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That’s warped. Lol… 🙊😜🙈
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I know, lol 😁
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😋
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So you’re saying that Hickory and Dickory should dock?
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Lol… No, I’m saying we should all try to be more like our childlike selves. 🙂
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True in the sense of learning, faith, and wonder, but perhaps not so true in the aspect of bringing childlike reactions into adulthood. 😉
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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