Street Games

Written for: Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #93:  Kid Stuff  (posted by Rommy)

"Write about something you really enjoyed in childhood."

Street games of any kind
played on cement.  Never
wanted to stop and go
home.  Statues, Iron Tag,
Potsy, Hop Scotch–
just to name a few.  Partial
to using chubby pastel 
chalk sticks for outlines.
My lines were not even,
and my squares differed
in size.  Nobody cared.
We all loved street games
of any kind.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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11 Responses to Street Games

  1. Sadje says:

    Lovely memories


  2. Misky says:

    Oooh, nice one.


  3. I didn’t live in the city growing up, so no sidewalks. But I, too, enjoyed games outside–tag, hide and go seek, hopscotch… Those were the good old days. I remember complaining about having to go back inside.


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