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Can you tell me, please
where is the sandbox?
The one that wrapped around me
and shut out the fighting
and became the Cloud World
where girls and boys flew
and laughed and no one grew up?
Or maybe you remember the woods
that smelled so sweet of pine
where sparkling water
tumbled over ancient rocks
and Indians waited to carry me
back to where I really belonged?
How about the old one room library
where I was a princess, or a warrior
and traveled to ancient Persia on a carpet
or went with Farley Mowat to discover
the great North? Do you know that library?
I can't find these places.
How did I lose them?
- COMMENTS
PatCarringtonover 19 years agoboo, this is just beautiful / you carry a wonderful spirit and dignity with you that shows everywhere / i see it on the boards and i see it in your words / i think you should consider rewording the last 2 lines here, so the readers comes up with that question themselves / but that is a minor point / this poem is so enjoyable, as is /
Angelineover 19 years agoin your memory and imagination--and this poem. This is lovely Boo--and Tess is right: it is rememiscent of her Between the Covers. These remembrances are like jewels; it is a beautiful thing to read someone's poem and see the child still inside them. Thank you. xo, A.
Anonymousover 19 years ago...of my poem "Between the Covers". It's the magical world of a child's imagination we never really lose. You didn't either, Boo, or you couldn't write a piece like this. :-) Lovely!
(voted but no therm.)
jd4georgeover 19 years agoI can't shake this title out of my head, so I offer it: "Searching for Peter Pan". That phrase slipped in while reading the first verse.
And, the reading of the questions throughout the next two was filled with sweet lament and want. The promise of hopeful fantasy we all lost at one time, and that we all still hope for.
The poem flowed until the ending lines. Just a musing, but is there anyway to flush out the search for that childood library so that the music of the poem remains the same?
For me, it ended a little too abruptly. But, Boo.... the longing... oh, the longing. (Thanks).
