Kindergarten Memories - Poem by RIC BASTASA

we drop watercolor
drops to the shiny paper

then we blow each drop
the way we like it

falling short of air and
tired we declare to teacher

our works of art, and she
smiles comforting us that

my dear kids, life is beautiful
now take your rest. Do something
else, and what we did is to

run to the school playground and
play under the sun where nobody
tells us what to do next.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 1, 2017

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