Rectangle box.........

 

                     A rectangle box rests,
               in a corner of the basement.
                Black case, brown straps,
       covered in dust on a block of cement.

     Where it traveled, stickers were placed,
         not a new box, an old one for sure.
  New York, California, Montana and Texas,
             was this box away on a tour?

      Curiosity overwhelming, need to know,
         what is inside, a treasure, a toy?
    Untying the straps, slowly open the box,
       two big eyes looking up, a little boy.

      Checkerboard suit, flower in the lapel,
      legs folded up, arms tucked at his side.
      He had red lips with a great big smile,
   picked him up gently, held him with pride.

       Red curly hair and a tall black hat,
       purple socks and large orange shoes.
     Started to giggle, my tears went away,
  he made me feel happy, took away my blues.

       Clear thin strings all tied up in knots,
 were strewn all about, a spider's web I said.
        Tugging, pulling, cutting the strings,
 beginning with his shoes way up to his head.

       Attached the string to both his hands,
        did the same for his two funny feet.
In the rectangle box, found two crossed sticks,
    string wound was placed nice and neat.

   Glad I opened that box all covered in dust,
     with my new puppet friend, we can play.
     The weather outside is windy with rain,
     lots to do now, we can have fun all day.

 

 

Written by:
Karen Palumbo
Photography by:
Clipart
6/1/2007
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