The Sandbox the Swing and the Fall
written by: Don Knowles
@DonKnowles3
At times I can flash back
Back to this imagination flare
Of my youth
Bang
I’m in this mega sandbox
We would sit for hours
Making landscapes for trolls
Match box race tracks
A big baking oven for sand cookies
we would just ride with it
The make believe
Imagination
Take a break in the tire swing
That could reawaken anyone
A box of sand
With every granule an idea
Every so often
Climbing to the highest
thinnest of branch that could support you
Look down into your yard
Knowing you’re safe
Seeing the roof tops
Then a snap
You know how to catch yourself
You’ve done that many times before
(And to this day)
Then back down unshaken
Grainy biscuits await you
Slice of memory
Glad I wrote it down
My writing is typically written while I'm on a treadmill, so I call myself "the treadmill poet!"
Born in West Chester Pa in 1960 I have been inspired to begin writing again through my interactions with two people I care deeply about that are experiencing the torrents of mental illness.
Born in West Chester Pa in 1960 I have been inspired to begin writing again through my interactions with two people I care deeply about that are experiencing the torrents of mental illness.
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