The world is like a little child, begging us
to come out of our heart home and play.
Come out and play with me for a little while!
Then when the longing returns —
to be home again — what a happy thought!
Heart is where the home is!
And here it has been,
right within me, all this time!
At writing class this month, we had an assignment to write a story that included certain words. Each person in the class contributed one word at that moment; and the words were: spelunking, no, accomplished, joy, green, deserted, mistake, and kaleidoscope.
My gift to the class was a poem that included those words. Here is that poem for you ….
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett 7 July 2019
No! Spelunking is not for me!
When my first grade class went to the Luray Caverns in Virginia, I went on sit-down strike at the entrance.
I remember our teacher said:
“Sit right here till we get back!”
Then, one by one,
my classmates walked
down the stairs
into the cave.
Deserted! I was all alone!
Time went by. I stared at the dark entrance to the cave. A cool breeze welled up to greet me.
As if it had a mind of its own, my foot started tapping.
I stood up.
“This is a big mistake,” I thought.
I stepped down one stone step, then another.
Down, down into the darkness.
Gone, the green grass. Gone, the kaleidoscope of sunlit clouds and sky.