Games

As small children,

we play.

Play in the grass

Play in the rubble and the warm sand.

Shovels and bouncey balls.

Tag and hide n' go seek.

All so farmilar.

In those distant memories.

Wish I could hide behind the tree and you would know.

Excatly where to find me

But all those years ago.

Distant memories.

As the ferris wheel goes round and round.

Round and round.

Reviews

[Briana Collins]

I love it.