The Secret of Daydreaming

A swing moves slowly,

Back and forth in the wind.

No one was sitting there.

The playground was empty.

The sun was setting,

Slowly in the background.

           

A child no more than three,

The terror on her young face,

As she looked into their faces.

 

The men that she saw, were tall,

They spoke a language

One did not understand.

Hiding from them,

Watching them as she hid.

 

The child under the table closed her eyes

And then heard…

BANG, BANG!!

That sound, the sound of the bangs,

It was the sound of a school bell.

The child then opened her eyes.

 

She awoke from her daydream.

The teacher was talking.

Looking out the window.

Watching the kids in the yard,

Talking, laughing and playing.

 

The teacher was at his desk,

Moving papers around.

She was not paying attention to him.

“Katelyn!” He said in a loud voice.

She looked at him with a blank face.

He looked at her, smiled.

 

She slowly closed her book,

Grabbed the book.

She got up from her seat and left the room.

She kept to herself,

She kept quiet.

Knowing something like no other.

A Secret so big that she could not tell others.

Author's Note

I took a prose from one of my short stories.

Reviews

[Chris]

I actually thought this one would be a fair "prose" before I saw your Author's Note.

[TLK]

The Secret of Daydreaming is an excellent title.

[Acer]

A child no more than three,
The terror on her young face,
As she looked into their faces......
.......
well written. loved it indeed.

[Levi Levin]

I enjoyed this poetic story....great job:)

[Nithin Purple]

nice 1

[Just Another Writer]

Hmm. Maybe "The Secret?" ...or "BANG" would be a good title? I like this as a poem. Left me wanting to read more. Nice setup as well!