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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Dianne Alvine


 

Gone

(Pantoum)

Children used to play outside
Through all the seasons of the year,
On sunny, summer afternoons
Their laughter echoed through the trees.

Through all the seasons of the year,
The children played their children's games,
Their laughter echoed through the trees,
While mothers listened to the news.

The children played their children's games,
Doors were locked, the windows shut,
While mothers listened to the news,
They called their children's names out loud.

Doors were locked, the windows shut,
On sunny, summer afternoons,
They called their children's names out loud,
Children used to play outside.