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I Heard Someone Call My Name
I was a little girl of five when I heard someone call my name,
In front of Granny Edward's house; from the nearby woods it came.
I was playing in the sand with delightful preoccupation,
In a make believe world, enlivened by imagination.
None other was alerted to that perceptible sound,
But continued in merriment; heads bowed to the ground.
With absolute certainty, towards the woodlands I searched,
Accepting my father's framework inclined against a birch.
Only stands of timber awaited my examination.
Devoid of that presence of a little girl's anticipation.
My father was on an errand that took him away,
When someone called my name on that particular day.
Who called my name from those clumps of trees?
Maybe a mocking bird with its fondness to tease.
I was a little girl of five when someone called my name,
While playing in the sand; an imaginative childhood game.
Copyright ©2002 Leona M. Mars
Published in The Best Poems & Poets Of 2002
The International Library of Poets
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