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And the hunt begins
by Shannon McEwenThe pitter-patter of little feet
That hit the carpet
Spring towards
Peel a mama’s eyes open
With sticky grins
And sugar hugs
Hop, hop, and hop down
Fourteen and one half stairs
Swarm the baskets
And scan
The bright colours
Peeking out from every surface
Anticipation
Feeding their enthusiasm
As the hunt begins
No hiding spot
That won’t be revealed
By eager eyes
Except the love
Deep within a chest
That pushes all else aside
03/31/2013 Posted on 03/31/2013
Copyright © 2025 Shannon McEwen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/31/13 at 10:03 PM Isn't it great to see innocence and enthusiasm in children? And you describe it so well. One most have a little fear as to how early in life they both might end. I hope not for you and yours. Lovely! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/01/13 at 02:53 AM Wonderfully put. Thanks for reconnecting me to some of my own childhood Easters! :) |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/01/13 at 01:31 PM Very enjoyable read. I loved being the hider of the goodies, watching their anticipation in the search. Good times. |
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