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- Sep 5, 2018
- 2 min read
The tiny feet pattering against the pavement,
The blue eyes and blue skies are
Without a care in the world.
They turn and they twirl.
Everything is new, and for all they know
The world will always be as it is now,
And even once they grow old
They will never lose their sparkles and smiles.
They roll and tumble around in the grass,
Wrestling each other to the ground.
Their heads under their hats sticky with sweat
In the sweltering summer air.
They plunge their fingers into the dank dirt,
And pull worms into their palms,
Gagging and giggling as they curiously
Watch the worm slink across their forearms.
In the clear stream they scream and shout,
As they let the clean water slink into their mouths.
A cool taste down their throat,
And then back to Marco Polo.
A ball flies by in a flash.
One catches the pass.
He runs towards the other end of the yard,
Clutching the round red ball in his grasp.
The girls play hopscotch nearby,
Counting their steps as their skirts swirl
Around their tiny toes and their
Hair flows in their many bows.
Swinging side to side in the tire swing,
Tied to the underside of a sycamore branch,
A young girl tilts her head to the skies
To watch the birds fly by.
A boy with a magnifying glass,
Studies ants in the grass and plants.
He surveys their tracks
And makes marks in his notepad.
By now they are tired,
And their stomachs growl.
They all scramble back into the school
Where they will eat their food.
As I watch them gobble and gulp
Down their sandwiches and snacks,
I begin to relax and lay back, thinking about the
Futures of these lasses and lads.
I hope their smiles never die
And the fire in their eyes,
May it never oblige to disappear and
May they never be held back in life by fear.
As they move forward,
May their mothers and their fathers
Always encourage them to live
Their lives in this laughter.
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