GIRL AT ELEVEN
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 1987
Jelly-shoes and painted toes,
frizzled hair and freckled nose,
giggles fast and talk sure-fire,
arms and legs that never tire;
runs and skips and leaps galore;
hope it's summer ever more.
Hey, it's great to be eleven;
summer fun's as good as heaven.
This was written during the summer of 1987 and is part of my book Love, Feelings, and the Seasons of Life, which is looking for a publisher.
Anyone who has watched a child play, especially outside during the summer, knows how energetic play can be. That is was this poem celebrates.
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