DMC: "If I Were Small" by David McMullin

IF I WERE SMALL

If I were small, so very small
that stones were big and grass was tall,
I’d have the pill bug stop its crawl
to be my tiny basketball.

And we'd have fun. Oh, so much fun.
I’d toss him up. He’d roll, I’d run.
But when we saw the setting sun,
He’d crawl away – our game all done.

© 2020 David McMullin. All rights reserved.

TLD reader Tabatha Yeatts has challenged us to write a poem about a game (any kind). Click HERE for more details and to add your poem to the padlet. While some poems will be shared as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, March 27th.