The bucket

The bucket sits empty
in the back yard
Alone on the grass,
it seems like mere clutter.

You descend the stairs of the patio
into this play world and
the bucket becomes so much more.
“I need water daddy,
I need water mommy”

Now full and transformed
from bucket to puddle, pool, pot, ocean …
quarts stones from the garden
splash… they are fish that swim,
potatoes you cook,
friends diving off the edge

All your toys surround you
bought to inspire and entertain you,
flashing toys, colourful toys, expensive toys,
but this simple bucket
and a handful of rocks
are you seem to need

Chill in the air, sun setting,
bath and bottle beckon.
Bucket tipped over
empty again, waits patiently
until tomorrow
to be transformed again
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The Bucket Contributed by poet_in_waiting on Friday, 30th June 2006 @ 08:51:23 AM in AEST Topic: ChildrensPoetry The bucket The bucket sits empty in the back yard Alone on the grass, it seems like mere clutter. You descend the stairs of the patio into this play world and the bucket becomes so much more. “I need water daddy, I need water mommy” Now full and transformed from bucket to puddle, pool, pot, ocean … quarts stones from the garden splash… they are fish that swim, potatoes you cook, friends diving off the edge All your toys surround you bought to inspire and entertain you, flashing toys, colourful toys, expensive toys, but this simple bucket and a handful of rocks are you seem to need Chill in the air, sun setting, bath and bottle beckon. Bucket tipped over empty again, waits patiently until tomorrow to be transformed again Copyright © poet_in_waiting ... [ 2006-06-30 08:51:23] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem