Three and the Quarters...

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 03 Aug 2011
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My son rides high upon my shoulders...
hacking our way through jungle. In reality –
the stubble of a wheat crop; both taller
than we dreamed we could ever be.

He somersaults over furrows
like an acrobatic clown – winnowing
west towards the moor – misty,
in the mid-morning haze.

Hungry to learn, I could teach
him many things; that the world
is round. That the sun rises in the east
and sets in the west

yet, make the grade, and wherever
he is, he will be right there at the top;
this boy who loves trampolines
and vanilla ice-cream...

stomping in puddles – damselflies,
dandelions, and surprises. You know
he’s not a herd of stampeding stallions,
but that he is, if he thinks he is.

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Tina, I imagined this was a poem of Father and Son, I paticularly like that last stanza:- stomping in puddles - damselflies, dandelions, and surprises. You know he's not a herd of stampeding stallions, but that he is, if he thinks he is. I just had this brilliant image of the Father so proud of his son. Great read. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
You got it in one, Jenny;-) Pleased you enjoyed. The title of the poem is all because my granddaughter...in those far off days, instead of saying she was three-and-three quarters, would always say, 'three and the quarters';-) Bless. Tina

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
wonderful - I really enjoyed this!

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks for such a lovely comment, insert;-) I'm really pleased. Tina

 

Submitted by LEJenkinson on
I really liked this. It reminded me a lot of Seamus Heaney and poems like "Digging". Some really lovely imagery and fun alliteration! LJ

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
LJ - more than appreciate your words. Thanks;-) Tina

 

Submitted by JoseHdz on
charming poem; especially enjoyed the last stanza.. delicate :) cheers, jose hernandez diaz.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Thanks, Jose. Much appreciated. Tina;-)

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Such a life-affirming poem Tina- really well done have a lovely Thursday- we are having such a beautiful streak of good weather- I am enjoying every minute ;)Pia

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi there, Pia;-) I envy you your 'beautiful streak'. This morning, all the blue skies have been replaced by a decidedly 'grey streak' and it is raining, heavens-hard. But it will be good for the garden, as long as it doesn't last too long. Blue skies tomorrow, perhaps. Pleased you enjoyed and hey, you have a lovely Thursday too, and enjoy the sun;-) Tina

 

Submitted by MistakenMagic on
I'll continue to be amazed by the powers of childhood imagination - I had great fun playing 'Harry Potter' with my little cousins in France. All we needed were branches for wands and a field! You capture the wonder of their special powers beautifully, Tina. Well done on the cherry! Magic xxx

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
You sound as if you had great fun too, Magic. Many thanks for reading, and I'm glad you enjoyed;-) Tina xxx

 

Submitted by barryj1 on
I'm glad you took the trouble to explain the title. Yes, a child can be anything he wants to be - even a herd of stampeding stallions.

barryj1

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Yes, I thought I'd better, barry;-) My granddaughter is actually seventeen-and-the-quarters this month - her eighteenth birthday being in December;-) Thanks for taking the time to read this one, and for your lovely comment. Tina