An ode a day for May 2014 - day 13 - To old school days when we jumped rope on a corner

To Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack
All dressed in black black black
Tat Tat Tat
To rocking back and forth to get that good good jump in
To long telephone cords that worked best as jump ropes
To Vickie who always had good good jump ropes
Tat Tat Tat
Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack
We could touch the sky sky sky
We could bend down low low low
We could touch the ground
We could get up real quick
We could tat tat tat
Until the street lights came on
We could go on forever
We could turn around on one foot
We could hop up so free
We could close eyes
We could lock arms
We could turn
We could jump
Tat tat tat
This is how I remember growing up
By touching the ground so fast
By jumping so sky
Turning around so free
To days on the street corner and
Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack