Book 34

Outside Myself 6

Outside Myself 2

Outside myself there is a great big room
Where I lie scattered with the other toys
Exhausted from a night of going zoom
And racing up and down with little boys.
Clutching paper jets we all karoomed
While marionettes whirled wildly speading joy.
For night had banished crankiness and gloom.
And no one seemed to care about the noise.

Now as the sun climbs overtop the hill
I hear you softly snoring in your beds.
Immobile, I sprawl on the window sill
Memories still dancing in my head.
Small boys may thrive while playing in the sun
But toys must wait till dark to have their fun.

Elizabeth McKee © 2010

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