Play as Poetry

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As it Should Be

Cool mud between toes,

skinned knees and elbows.

Play’s crowning glories earned.

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Today’s rocket ship,

tomorrow’s castle and slide.

Genius unleashed through cardboard.

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Running, spinning, laughing.

Inside voices long forgotten.

Mother Nature’s satisfied smile.

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Rosy cheeks and grass stains,

unbridled joy and warmth.

Childhood without spoil or limits.

- Bethe Almeras, The Grass Stain Guru

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