First one I wrote in my poetry workshop


Seven different stones, 

Some round, some flat

Piled up to make a fort.


I'm up first

The ball strikes

And as stones scatter,

So does my team.


Checked skirts sway

As we dodge the ball,

Trying to rebuild 

What was smashed.




The ball hits my shoe

'Out' yells my enemy


Another checked skirt 

Gets down in the dirt

Piling stones meticulously




A wobbly seven

'Lagori, lagori, lagori!’


Seven different girls

Some round, some flat

Pile into their classroom

Smiles intact.


Poetry by Purple Puddles
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Written on 2019-11-11 at 12:20

Tags Childhood  Stones  Games 

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This is really sweet, and it made me smile at the end!

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