Way back then when I was ten, I lived in Washington D.C.,
The White House, Capitol and Monument were truly sights to see.
I remember taking a bus ride, downtown to see the parades,
I would rush to find a seat on the curb, to watch the clowns' charades.
Way back then when I was ten, I was in the 5th grade,
I joined the orchestra with my friends, the violin I played.
Then one day a Concert, in front of Classmates and the PTA,
Nervous stomach, trembling hands, my fingers froze like clay.
Way back then when I was ten, outside was so much fun,
Games like tag and hide-and-seek kept me on the run.
Hop scotch, jacks and Jump rope, required a little skill,
But with daily practice, I soon became, Queen of the Hill.
Memories of my childhood and days spent with family and kin,
Brings back thoughts of yesterdays, way back then, when I was ten.
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 1/27/16
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem