banana popsicle me
sticky fingers and chin
hopscotch me
chalked up sidewalk
and banged up knees
fireflies me
off and on orbs
in my back yard
beach me
squiggly toes
in wet rippled sand
remembering
sweet days of youth.
banana popsicle me
sticky fingers and chin
hopscotch me
chalked up sidewalk
and banged up knees
fireflies me
off and on orbs
in my back yard
beach me
squiggly toes
in wet rippled sand
remembering
sweet days of youth.
lillian the home poet 
Sweetest picture! Love the action of your poem; banana popsicle me/beach me – you just described my childhood to a T; especially the skinned knees part! Charmed!!
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Ah we are kindred spirits!šš
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Cottonwood tree me
rising above the rooftops
amid the summer snow
riding the freshest winds
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LOVE!!!!
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This definitely took me along for the ride!
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Always happy to take you along!
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Groovy. ššš
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Thank you!
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good childhood memories. š probably a silly question, why end the first line of each stanza with “me”?
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Good question! Ending in “me”
verbifies the noun. Popsicle is a noun — but popsicle me (beach me; hopscotch me) is now an action, a verb. Make sense?
Calliope me round and round til the music lulls my brain….š
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Got it. Always a student me
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You captured something universal here, Bravo!
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Glad you enjoyed!
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