Paper Ships

We  made our Paper ships, to navigate without an ocean breeze.

They floated down the hill, in the gutter, clogged, with sticks and leaves.

Racing against each other, but really just enjoying the time.

Rainy days, spent at home indoors, only left the walls, for us to  climb.

Down the hill, they tacked and Jibed,  riding the waves in the gutter.

We would be ,so absorbed in the fun, didn't even see one another.

Time spent sailing, in Americas Cup, or maybe  a mutiny at sea.

bearded pirates, boarding my ship, i can barely contain my glee.

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

this was fun while also having some rough edges. it reminds me of Bukowski, energetic and full of sarcasm.
off i go down the gutter in my own paper ship. it is full of holes, sinking, pirates are raiding it. but it's mine. and i will go as far as poseidon is willing to take me.

[Jimmy Crapped Corn]

I wrote this a long time ago, thank you for your review

[Thomas W Case]

Excellent work. The ending has staying power.

[Soren]

The joys of a child captured in this poem. Today's children not so fortunate play video games and less imagination. Set to good rhyme and meter this poem takes me back.

[Jimmy Crapped Corn]

I remember the rainy summer days out in the pouring rain sailing these ships like it was yesterday

[Chris Shaw]

What lovely memories here of childhood days and make believe. A delight to read this visual piece. Well done DM. All the best.

Chris

[Jimmy Crapped Corn]

Thank you Chris. Somehow I missed this