do you remember
rolling
over and over
down a green hill?
do you remember
the freedom
and the touch of the earth
as it massaged your bones?
and what about
running back up
and rolling down again
and again
do you remember that?
(c) Helen McKinlay
In spite of heavy frosts and the like I can smell spring in the air. Grass growing, buds shooting and lots of birdies which all got me thinking about one of my favourite childhood games… playing roly poly down the hill. I wrote the above a few years ago in a moment of whimsy. It seems to me that children don’t do it so often now. Maybe it’s up to us adults to show them how… or vice versa! So here’s a challenge for all of you…first find your hill. Here’s mine below. I chose it this morning!
When you have finished mentally rolling down the above you can roll on over to Tuesday Poem and check out the Hub Page where Keith Westwater is this week’s editor, and remember to check the sidebar in which up to thirty poets from round the world can be found.
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