Sunday Muse Poem -- Kids at Play
Photography by Romain Thiery
(Abandoned in an old forgotten villa in France)
Kids' Play House
An abandoned house across the road
It was up a ways the kids would go
A day of play, afternoon at least
Old, very old, elegant for feast
They'd packed a lunch share at the table
Bigger kids' eats, best they were able
Folks here must have left in a hurry
Beds tables chairs for mice to scurry
Kids stood in line to play the Old Maid
That's what they called the musical spade
Ace of Maids the machine left behind
Keys were sticking, but best they could find
No sounds this old piano would make
But music from this crew they would fake
Carefully when they left they locked the place
New key for the old lock they had made
Explore some more this small urchin clan
Come again another day their plan
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2021, All Rights reserved
- Photo by Romain Thiery and copied from Carrie's directions linked below
- I am linked with Carrie Van Horne at the Sunday Muse #150, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2021/03/sunday-muse-150.html?m=1
Labels: Children, poem Syllabic Form, Rhyme, Sunday Muse, Syllabic Form
posted by Jim @ 3/06/2021 04:52:00 PM
11 comments
11 Comments:
Fun to picture the little group exploring. They were very brave, I think!
A fun and wonderful write Jim. The rhyme adds to the charm of this poem too.
Explore some more this small urchin clan
Come again another day their plan
Wonderful shot Dr Jim! This really brings out all those crazy things we did when young. It need not be something exotic,new or highly priced but just anything can. Its success will all depend on the ingenuity of the participants.
Hank
You paint a rich picture!
Yes! This is playful, another twist: even the tone sounds like a rhyme.
Sounds like fun! Insisting upon music even in the silence is a pretty cool idea to take from this. :)
Enjoyed the rhymes and visuals. It would be fun to explore and old house.
When I was growing up, only one new house after another. Nothing had been around long enough to be old! We would go play at all the construction sites, made each new house our playground until they put the locks on the doors, and we'd move on up the street!
Reaching back in time, a magical time .... I enjoyed this, Jim.
I have tramped around in an abandoned cabin in a wooded area adjacent to my great grandmother’s home in Arkansas ~ still remember the feeling of excitement mixed with fear.
I love this. I feel the imagination and discovery in those children who came upon a treasure house where they could dream.
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