'Kick The Can' Poem by Linda Winchell

'Kick The Can'



Found a can in the street
got to kicking it for all I was worth!
To a kick the can, kicking beat
And my foot didn't even hurt!

Kicked it high! Then kicked it low!
I watched it fly, I watched it go!

Kick the can was always my childhood treat
one would start the can off kicking!
with a hard kicking motion of their feet!

Then your turn to kick it!
sort of like some socker game.
We had always called it, 'Kick The Can'
I don't think it had another name?

I guess I looked kind of silly?
when my neighbors drove on by?
To see a grown woman out in the street
kicking a can like a little child
high up into the sky.

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Linda Winchell

Linda Winchell

Chicago Illinois
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