Passing Moment Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Passing Moment



Passing time on a hot Texas day
with a little added imagination;
kids catchin' grasshoppers
with some innocent competition.
The challenge: how many to a jar.

First the afternoon to hunt,
then the count;
by nightfall the release, so that all
could hop back into tall grasses again.
A children's game of no harm, no foul.

Less experienced, anxious, he clumsily
snagged the largest of the long legged giants,
couldn't fit much more than two or three;
she, with patience and delicacy, loaded
her jar with the tiniest of the green beauties.

But the day's triumph faded quickly
into a moment not meant to be;
made to sacrifice her victory
to the envy and tears of another
'after all he's your little brother.'

Thursday, September 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Batson 25 September 2014

Very Nostalgic indeed.

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Daniel Batson 25 September 2014

Very nostalgic. I remember when I used to have little competitions with my sister on catching critters.

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