Treasure Island

Allen Steble

(20/04/1987)

*(Hide and seek) *


My father gets the wooden stick
he counts from five
i run and hide...

My father is coming with the wooden stick
he counts from four
i close my bedroom door...

My father is looking for me with the wooden stick
he counts from three
as he searches for me...

My father is close by with the wooden stick
he counts from two
my face turns blue...

My father is right next to me
with the wooden stick
he counts from one
now i'm done...

My father finds me
with the wooden stick
he counts from zero
...yes i know, i'm in trouble...

My father says
'there you are!
i found you
now it's your turn to count
and my turn to hide'
...and the game continued...

Submitted: Monday, February 02, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, October 28, 2009

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  • Hassan Hegazy (6/16/2010 6:31:00 PM)

    good poem
    reminds me of gregy orr's poem for his daughter

    and my poem
    when Yomna laughs

    hassan (Report) Reply

  • Seema Chowdhury (2/5/2009 6:54:00 AM)

    wow such a lovley poem. it shows your true and pure feelings of love for your father. a special bond that father and son shares. thanks for sharing this lovely piece. (Report) Reply

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