Summer's Room: An Ode to The Forbidden Game by L. J. Smith

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    Summer's Room: An Ode to The Forbidden Game by L. J. Smith

    I cannot see the walls
    I cannot see the floor
    The bugs are larger then Zach 
    And Tom 
    And Jenny 
    All smashed together
    Julien laughs from above
    But I cannot see him
    The stacks are too high
    And I cannot see those glowing blue eyes
    The blue of the sky
    Right before the sun rises
    The blue of the sky 
    In that short moment right after the sun sets
    The color we have seen millions of times
    But only have seen once or twice
    The snake slithers around 
    But gets stuck under the bed
    Which stands at a total of 50 feet tall
    The wolf lets out a howl
    And a pile falls over
    And a big pillow lands into his mouth
    And then we scream
    As a large web joins the scene
    And a spider crawls over the chair
    Yes,
    the spider crawls over
    Crawls over the 60 foot chair

    I cannot see the walls

    I cannot see the floor

    The bugs are larger then Zach

    And Tom

    And Jenny

    All smashed together

     

    Julien laughs from above

    But I cannot see him

    The stacks are too high

    And I cannot see those glowing blue eyes

     

    The blue of the sky

    Right before the sun rises

    The blue of the sky

    In that short moment right after the sun sets

    The color we have seen millions of times

    But only have seen once or twice

     

    The snake slithers around

    But gets stuck under the bed

    Which stands at a total of 50 feet tall

     

    The wolf lets out a howl

    And a pile falls over

    And a big pillow lands into his mouth

     

    And then we scream

    As a large web joins the scene

    And a spider crawls over the chair

     

    Yes,

    the spider crawls over

    Crawls over the 60 foot chair

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    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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