An emblem
On this little one, never
Never could you replicate
That... joy of Spiderman.
O Superman O Superman
And Oh! Don't forget the dog.
And the little brave, brave, brave
One with Spiderman, blue
... and red, small.
Spiderman... O Spiderman
And Oh! Don't forget the spider.
Oh!
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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The description of the Spiderman part really gets to me. It makes me think of the excitement kids feel when they see their favorite superhero. I remember my nephew going nuts over a Spiderman toy. It was like he'd discovered a piece of magic. Made me wonder why that simple joy is so hard to recreate. What about you? What stood out to you in this poem?