Concrete Poem
Swinging reminds me of childhood.
Swinging reminds me of ice cream on a hot summers day.
When I hear that familiar truck tune, I jump off.
Swinging reminds me of feeling free.
I can feel my bare feet in the tall grass and silky dirt.
Pole- to make the pole
chain, chain, chain…. to make swing chains.
swing, swing, swing… to make swing seats.
grass, grass, dirt, grass….. to make ground.
breeze, breeze, breeze…. to make the wind.
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hannabananasblog said,
October 14, 2009 at 12:17 am
Bethany, this poem is so sweet. When I read it, it reminded me of all of those things too. This poem brought out feelings, which is what I think a good poem should do. Great job!