Terza rima
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My street is a football pitch.
I score with such a whack
the team all cheer my kick!
My street is a cycle track.
We do five laps then chase
to be the first one back.
My street is a story place.
We sail with Pirate Bad
then rocket launch to space.
My street is a blank art pad.
We draw bright things with chalk
to make the glum folks glad.
My street is a path to walk.
We tell each other tales
and joke and laugh and talk.
My street is a nature trail.
See pretty weeds, then sit
to watch cute bugs and snails.
My street is lamplight lit.
Quick glimpse of fox on midnight flit.
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Louise Crosby is an illustrator, poet and retired teacher who lives in West Yorkshire. She is published in anthologies including Dragons of the Prime: Poems about Dinosaurs (The Emma Press) and magazines including Tyger Tyger (issue 3), The Toy (issues 3, 5 and 6) and The Dirigible Balloon. She illustrated and helped develop The Poetry Society’s Bogs Talking and Becoming Bogs resources. She often creates visual poems as some words just won’t stay on the line!
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