The Lost World

[kormsby]

The Lost World

Peter Pans flying off picnic tables
Cans flying across the yard in the dark.
Flashlight beam across laughing faces - tag, you're it!
Aboveground pool wine spritzers and beach balls.
Gauzy paper lazily blowing from front yard trees,
Light as a feather, stiff as a board, sleepover magic.
Santa was spotted only 10 minutes ago!
Swings that sail higher and higher,
Kamikaze pilots jumping up and out, and down.
Cartwheels and somersaults
Grass stains that fade but always stay.
Three-part harmony of "American Pie"
X-ray glasses and pigeons with names.
Sweet suburb of memory.
This world is lost, but never very far away.

By: Karla S. Ormsby

[Joy]

That was cute,it sounds magical.

[kormsby]

Thanks very much! I wrote this poem in response to my grandmother's recent death. I lost my grandfather three years ago, almost to the day of my grandmother's death. I grew up with them and this poem represents just some of my childhood memories. It WAS magical.

[SwEeTdReAmS]

keep up the good work