The hot sultry day
Does little to stop their play
These barefooted boys
Who have never played with any real toys
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Very touching. You compassion is apparent in every line. Applause for your barefoot boys! Warm regards, Sandra
Reminding me of as a lad in our culture of course on the sandlot playing baseball with the hand-me down gloves and balls which looked like a ragdoll...bats of course..a pecan limb would suffice, , , however on occasion and original hand-me down bat thnks for painting your picture so vividly
It brought me memories of my school days. Those days never come back again. Good poem Sandra
You bring to green light the rural adolescence and its dreams vividly in this write...good work, Sandra...10
Isnt it amazing what can be done with the imagination, it opens up a new world with all that smiles
I can remeber as a child making games from nothing...and in summer being barefoot was such a treat...this poetry brings it all back...excellent write...Fi 10+++
Lovely images you have potrayed here in this wonderful written Poem 10 ++ Tracy
that brought fond old memories of school days...those spectatorless matches used to be great fun
For some it's the only chance they have to escape the ghettos and poverty. Excellent poem Sandra. Best wishes, Andrew