Oh, How They Run!

November 30, 2008
By Nicole Bacharach, Roslyn Heights, NY

The Rain Falls.
Engrossed in a clear box,
The children run.

Shielded from the drops of blissful joy,
Entangled in the box, the children yearn to break free.
Oh, how they run!

Each day in that box a new mystery,
A part of their young history.

Stuck in that cold, malevolent box,
They long to feel the rain.
To feel the tender sunshine, without it being explained.

Alas, the box is opened.
Oh, how the children run!

Their senses newly alive.
They lay their heads on the fresh, crisp beds of grass.
Oblivious to the evil, adhering to the aroma.
Childhood calls;
They run.

The author's comments:
The piece is about childhood, in its simplest form. We can all remember the day's when we wanted to be treated as more than what we were, as adults who had seemingly limitless boundaries. Enjoy!

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This article has 7 comments.

sjs5562 said...
on Dec. 11 2008 at 12:13 am
Wow, this is fantastic! amazing job.

samara said...
on Dec. 8 2008 at 9:17 pm
This is amazing! You are so talented.

bbfan2 said...
on Dec. 7 2008 at 10:32 pm
wicked poem the reference to the rain rocks

becs521 said...
on Dec. 7 2008 at 8:30 pm
this is amazing!! i wish i could write like this!!

ajslms4lyfe said...
on Dec. 7 2008 at 8:23 pm
i love this.

on Dec. 7 2008 at 8:19 pm
i can really relate to this poem, this is exactly how i felt! my favorite part is the ending. you're writing is really great

becs521 said...
on Dec. 7 2008 at 8:11 pm
this is amazing!! i wish i could write like this!!


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