Connie Webb

Fun Days As A Child - Poem by Connie Webb

Playing outside all day
Eating pomegranates
Getting stains all over our shirts.

Wandering around town
Looking through the trash bins
Behind toy factories
For toys with only dents on them
For free.

Finding bottles
Cashing them in for sweets
To take to our playhouse
Made in an apartment car storage area
Where we boosted each other up
To get to our stash.

Walking our two dachshunds to the beach
Where they dug big holes
And people always said
“Look how cute they are.”

Staying out in the ocean
Till our hands were so wrinkled
We thought we better go back
Or we would shrivel away.

Riding huge roller coasters
More than once
Without even thinking of getting sick.

Days in the park
Talking for hours
About how one day
We would all be millionaires
And really believed it.

Fun days as a child
To be remembered always
And cherished
To counteract
The not so fun days.

Comments about Fun Days As A Child by Connie Webb

  • (4/7/2007 4:31:00 AM)

    I put me on the night shift sometimes,
    but, I never put me on the ' snob - shift '!
    C.J. had it right!
    Wrinkled millionaires that can remember being kids,
    are always better than the ones that never ate the pomegranates,
    or looked for toys with dents!
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  • (4/6/2007 7:36:00 AM)

    What wonderful cherished memories… thank you for helping me remember. Best, CJ (Report) Reply

  • (4/3/2007 12:32:00 PM)

    Thanks Isaias for your suggestion. It works better the way you said. Sincerely, Connie (Report) Reply

  • (4/3/2007 12:24:00 PM)

    Great concept but was not written out well. Need punctuation and line breaks where they need to be placed. Some of these lines could be broken up into stanzas other wise it reads as a list of long ago things that happened. If you want to play with form or not its up to you. Just as long as it back up the subject or message it will be okay. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 10, 2011

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