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It is a beautiful day
in the month of May,
the monkies want to play.
Their mamas say, “it’s okay.”

They lace up their skates
and fill their pockets with dates.
The little monkies skate straight
to a park for skates.

The joyous monkies swirl
and twirl
in the warm sun
and boy is it fun.

Someone brings a tape player.
And someone wears the hat of a sailor.
There is a monkey and her name is Taylor.
No time is gayer.

When the sun fades into the crack
between the hills and sky, their mamas call them back
for their mid-afternoon snack
and nap. They’ll be back- that’s a fact.

Another poem from my children’s collection

c.2008 Jennifer M Scott

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Snow falls from the darkened,
pink-tinged firmament.
Covering an already all white, cold world.
The wind blows the snow; blanketing
my sight with white.

I hear your voice, calling my name.
There-
There you are- you could have
been anyone or anything or be with
anyone.
And yet-
yet, you are here with me.
You are electricity and I-
I am just a light bulb.

Amongst the snow-filled, cold world, it is forever spring.
Trees bud with fresh leaves
Green shards push through the white
Red roses blossom full
The sun heats us
A quick storm passes

EXPLODING-

with sound and jagged bolts
Sweet, warm rain drenches us.

We lay together, breathing slow,
living in our forever spring
in this cold world.

c.2008 Jennifer M Scott

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Song on the radio
zings back
to hormonal adolescences
crushing
on guys
that would never give any
consideration.

Now-
writing a story
encapsulating that feeling
of blindness immaturity
Wondering if now
those beauties
are in fact still

balding
overweight
might consider me now
Seeing them for how
really they are
faded petals
sun washed and wilted
looking for the sun in the dark.

c. 2008 Jennifer M Scott

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Can you imagine a world
of new green and blue?
Strange creatures we’ve only conjectured
roam a land connected together.
The air reeks of sulfur and foreign
songs and roars ripple through the
landscape.

Can you imagine the feeling of fire?
The light in the night when moon is dark
and the clouds aren’t rivaling.
The amazement of warmth spreading from toes
to head. The taste of meat
cooked over the flames searing the outsides.
When the fire starts
plans begin.

Can you imagine seeing an unspoilt
land of beauty from beside the billowy masts?
Lush and vivacious, air of freshness.
Wafts of hyacinth saturate the senses
Untamed- a new start for the failures of the past.

Never learned just repeated.

Can you imagine before today?

c.2008 Jennifer M Scott

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