The rustling of pages, the flash of writing,
Reading ‘Molly Moon Stops the World’, by Georgia Byng.
The hit and kill, the roof and, bye-bye!
7:40 game, playing Heathfield High.
The hearty companionship, someone I can talk to,
The Awesome Threesome, right on cue.
Singing the harmony, dancing to the melody,
Radio is on and my iPod’s ready.
Cotton buds and rubbers, charcoal and lead,
Still life on the paper, lying on my bed.
The power to express, in verses so cryptic,
Poetry is liberating, and rather ironic.
What a great list! 🙂