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The Cul-De-Sac


Where are the kids?

 D#1's Poem of Lament
(The "Cul-De-Sac Kids" of Fallston were not home to play this summer)

We have a meeting
Every day.
That's the time
When we like to play.

From 6 p.m.
To 9 o'clock,
We call the kids
From around the block.

We play kickball, tag and
Scooter all night.
We might even battle
A big water fight.

Throw in some other games
And you will soon see,
Every night
Is full of glee.

But when my cousins and I
Stepped out on the lawn,
We found out that the kids
Were, surprisingly...GONE!

Maybe some kids
Went on a vacation,
Packed up their bags
And traveled across the nation.

Maybe they just
Did the whole thing without us.
But I couldn't imagine
Why they would doubt us.

Guess that we'll play
By ourselves--what a sorrow!
But, hey, who knows
What could happen tomorrow.

* * *

Good to be home.... And I told D#1 she could have a regular day on the blog.
Just wish we could be completely unpacked.
(Or is it that we are unpacked but that we can't find anything?!)

Comments

The Patterson 5 said…
I love daugher #1's poetry! I'm glad she will be featured on your blog. Happy unpacking!
August 19, 2008 at 7:32 AM
Kelly said…
Next thing you know she'll be writing her own blog. No doubt.

Glad to see your posting and know all is not lost...only some of it is. (heehee).
August 19, 2008 at 7:51 AM
My ADHD Me said…
Unpacking....UGH.
Jason Bourne....Cool
Matt Damon....UGH
Nicholas Cage....Cool
Dark Knight....UGH
Mulder & Scully...Cool!

WELCOME HOME!!
August 20, 2008 at 11:17 AM
On Purpose said…
This is a great poem! What a gift and talent she has...and what a mom who lets her shine!
August 20, 2008 at 12:41 PM
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