meadow fresh full of children
me and all these children
- we’re running around in freakin circles
- and the autumn air is correctly fresh
there is no game that we are playing
these freakin kids don’t realize that
we’re supposed to have a goal
- to have a challenge
- to have a standoff of some sort
they just run and laugh like freakin idiots
I get caught up in it
- the madness of it
- O’ my shoes get stupid grass stains
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YEAH!!! the glorious fun and rapture of running for the pure sake of running amock. Indulge always say I.
My kids grew up on a little house where it was possible to run in a cicrle/square around the center. We did this often, complete with dogs and cat joining. I think it kept us all SANE.
yep, do ‘kid’ often as an adult…life instead of existing…
Howdy oatmeal cookie poet…
47whitebuffalo
July 24, 2009 at 5:54 am
I liked it! I don’t know why, but it’s pretty entertaining and funny to think that we used to be like that.
xxhawkeyexx
July 24, 2009 at 8:43 pm
its kindof provocative, truthful… a look at the way we really are… hey .. like it
rae
July 24, 2009 at 8:44 pm
beautiful! i like that it’s like a list, stupid grown up things and really important stuff, like getting your shoes green and living
nina
July 24, 2009 at 8:44 pm