Give a child a box
There’s no greater toy
Let a child create
Their imagination brings joy
Never are they alone
With a made up friend
They can bring anything alive
With their bright inquisitive minds
Go and save your money
And let your child play
Let them get messy
Let them explore
There’s no need for plastic
Expensive and noisy
To make their own games
Your child has the resources
Give them a broom
They’ll be happy for hours
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Day 16’s challenge
For Day 16 the challenge was to write a poem “that prominently features the idea of play. It could be a poem about a sport or game, a poem about people who play (or are playing a game), or even a poem in the form of the rules for a sport or game that you’ve just made up (sort of like Calvinball).”
When I first approached this task I thought of Peculiar Pets by Victoria Roberts. It’s a picture book about a little girl that wants a pet but her mum says “We’ll see” whenever she asks. The little girl creates pets out of bits and pieces around the home. It is a delightful read about a child’s imagination and creative play.
I thought about how parents spend a lot on toys, only for their child to be more fascinated by the box. For example, my son loves his cars. We’ve tried to engage him in other toys but he always returns to his Hot Wheels. The only toy that’s competed is his Kindle and balance bike. And in the summer I got a cheap broom from pound land to sweep the gravel back and my son found it and spent hours playing with it. It cost me £1!
I’m sure there are other parents that can relate to this poem. I’d love to hear your thoughts.
