Cowboys and Indians
Cops and Robbers
Football, Baseball, Tennis, and Tag
Manhunt, Tree Climbing, and Skates
numerous splinters and big gaping scrapes.
And then there was Ballet.
Prancing, leaping, twirling and whirling
Tutus, ribbons, hairspray, and lipstick.
My childhood was like a magic trick. One minute I was one of the boys.
Swinging along in the trees
Racing them to the top
To the tipy tipy top last branch
With my Ballerina feet they’d never reach me.
Then mom would come yell for me to get out of the tree.
“You are going to break a leg or even worse your neck!” She’d say.
So I’d climb down and wonder around until she turned her back
And then I was back in the tree in a snap
Mom would come back yell at me again
And then it was time to go home.
“Go to the house! Get in!”
So I’d put my ballet shoes on and leap around the house.
Leap, Leap, Leap, Leap, and Leap some more.
Until BAM! My chin hits the floor.
Mom you should have let me be.
Let me go climb my trees.
And that in a nutshell is me.
Cowboys and Indians- I am creative and love to use my imagination
Splinters and Scrapes- I take risks with my compositions
Ballet shoes and tutus – I like to be detailed with my compositions
The scar on my chin- My mistakes usually lead to something creative and fun