Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Little Kid

I can hear my wind chimes
Of my home
Gently play lost songs 
That once brought joy 
Love into the earth.
Sun shining bright 
Welcoming the day 
As I play 
With my old friends
With a kick and a flick
Of our feet 
We play ball in the street .
I can hear my mom call me in
For supper to begin
I want to stay out on this warm night 
Play till everyone is out of sight
The time I can see every street lamp
Light the quiet road between rows 
Of houses on every corner.
I close my eyes and imagine
I'm a great dectective sloving in the night 
But bed time awaits 
For my young bones
I sleep till another day comes

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