Games
Music twirls around the trees,
Blending, joining.
A child of sixteen summers runs,
Weaving, dodging.
Leaves swirl golden in the breeze,
Mixing, spinning.
Auburn maples and pale green gums,
Blurring, passing.
Shouts from left that make her freeze,
Searching, looking.
Climbs to tree branch in the sun,
Resting, panting.
Whispers from below the leaves,
Hunting, tracking.
What these children do for fun,
Hiding, seeking.
KC - 2/7/05
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