Poem: September heart-to-hearts

September heart-to-hearts

A September evening at Upper Lake, Bhopal
“ageneration lostinspace,with no timeleftto start again”-Don McLean (Miss American Pie)

Nine kids are playing and having fun,
sunkissed from September Sun.
A man comes and says to one:
‘Nine are the letters in September, son!’
Kid-one counts with his little fingers and his one little thumb
‘Old man, are you done?’ says kid-one.
‘It is my favorite month, little one’
says the old man with a grunt
‘It is mine too, it’s my birthday month’
says kid-two pointing her toy gun
‘Oh yes little miss it’s a popular birthday month
but, that’s not the reason why it’s my favorite one’.
Kid-three falls free from a tree and
sticks out his tongue,
pretending to be killed by the toy gun.
Kid-four, feeling bored, rummages in his little bag;
finds a cookie and says
‘Oh yeah! A cookie…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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