Monday, August 26, 2019

Marbled

I gave my kids some marbles
On a sunny, summer day,
I showed them how to scratch a ring
And taught them how to play.

And for a while, they practiced hard,
(And some became quite good!)
They soon outdid their parents
And tore up the neighbourhood.

But as with any fad, you know,
They all began to tire,
And by the time the winter came,
They’d quit the game, entire.

Then for the next few months, I found,
Those wretched ‘rounded’ toys
Were everywhere and when I stepped,
Oh, man, I made some noise.

They finally were gathered up,
Tucked with the ‘toys all past’,
No more marbles underfoot,
And peace restored at last.

Now it’s been years since marble games
Back in those times of yore,
And quite a while since marbles
Lay forgotten on the floor.

When one could step out any time
And tromp upon a few,
Then throw those little beggars out,
While language would ensue.

Now what I’d give to find a couple,
(One or two would do),
Cause I’ve lost ALL my marbles,
And I sure could use a few.


Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we all besought,
To try to make the week begin
With pleasant thoughts--perhaps a grin?
So all of us together, we,
Have posted poems for you to see.
Now go and see what they have done
I'm sure it will be lots of fun!
And now you've seen what we have brought . . .
Did we help?
Or did we not?

Next week, we’re going to get’er done,
And talk about some Summer Fun!

17 comments:

  1. Oh I'd love to have some of my marbles back, both the ones I played with in my youf and the one's I've lost recently.

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    1. Me, too. Of course, all I have to do is walk out of the room and I’ve forgotten what it is that I wish I had...

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  3. Summer Fun - a wide open topic which should be great fun!

    I love your poem and wish I too had kept my kids' marbles for my old age :D

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    1. Like Delores said in her poem...in a jar. On the desk...

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  4. Yes, that era of kids at home gone by. As someone said, "The days are long, but the years are short." Love your poetry, so charming.

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    1. Ooh! I love that. And it's so true! The days are long but the years short. I will remember that!

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  5. I think I need a few of those marbles! Loved this Diane. (Rena)

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  6. The missing marble club is yet another one which I really, really didn't want to belong to.

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    1. I want to give it a pass as well. I'm thinking of heading for the 'distribution' window rather than the 'returns' window...

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  7. The only marbles we played with were the ones that came with the "Chinese checkers" board.

    Fun poem, and Summer Fun does sound like it's open for a lot of interpretation.

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  8. Good poem. I remember a patch of dirt in the school yard that was always filled with groups of boys playing marbles, these days most kids haven't even heard of them.

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  9. I just loved this poem. I remember well the pain of stepping on a toy or marble, the worst being a Weeble (Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down - but people can). My own marbles are rolling away and are probably under the bed with all the other dust bunnies.

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