Spinning a red top, raising the dust,
Watching it skip, watching it hop.
Dirt flies in your eyes, from a sudden gust,
Let it keep spinning, don't let it stop.
Mine can spin, longer than that,
Watch it spinning, hear that zoom.
Reach down your hand and try to get,
It to climb up, make some room.
Red and green, yellow, and blue,
Wooden tops all spinning round.
Try to hit one is what you do,
Try to hit it in the crown.
Long summer days spinning tops,
Can't come for lunch mom, ain't no way.
Just too much fun, just can't stop,
Spinning tops all this long day.
6/3/10 29 palms ca.
Juan Olivarez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spinning-tops/
