At Play

Pigtails swinging rhythm

Shoes with soles worn thin

Squealing voices cadence

Signal recess to begin


Double Dutch or single

Sidewalk, grass, or court

Sacred rite of children

Who gather to consort


When the streets are empty

Bells have all been rung

Happy memories linger

When we all were young




About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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