Train To Past Poem by Bull Hawking

Train To Past



If we could travel the magic train back

To sunny southern schoolyards

Would you play with jacks and balls

Or marvel at marbles in mania reis

Maybe a bit of hiding seek

Or ride a slide, long and sleek

How about a fling on swings

Or monogram bars and other things

Wouldn't matter what we played

Let ghost stories be afraid


Or just sit and jam

Saturday, December 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: afterlife
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Bull Hawking 15 December 2014

reis is the plural of real.....the Portuguese currency.....why is it in here...? Dunno....real-ly

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Bull Hawking 14 December 2014

Don't know why Ite preceeds thanks.....blaming querty keyboard... I liked all your comments.... :)

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Bull Hawking 14 December 2014

IteThanks Mando.....I liked your suggestions.....enough to use them all....even the dreaded coma....yuk...laughs Not sure why I hate commas so much....maybe I like to write in a coma

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