Hand in Hand

September 17, 2010
By soniav1 SILVER, New City, New York
soniav1 SILVER, New City, New York
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Just off the street on the way to the park
The sounds of children’s laughter,
Of water spraying out of the sprinklers,
And the squeaking of the swings as they
Go higher and higher until they touch the sky
My friend and I walk to place of memories
In one hand we have rackets and in the
Other, each other’s hand
We go to the swings, against our dads’ will
Since they wanted u to play badminton to get exercise,
We sit side by side at first holding hands,
Then letting go
Kicking our feet up at the same time,
We go higher and higher until we feel
As if we are part of the sky,
Flying with the birds and
Gliding through the air like planes
Then we slowly halt to a stop where
We reconnect, holding hands, rackets in one hand
And each other’s hands in the other
We walk back to the house leaving the memories of
Flying and gliding behind but all the while
Still holding hands as we walk together


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soniav1 SILVER said...
on Nov. 18 2010 at 6:40 am
soniav1 SILVER, New City, New York
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yea ok devinnmariee "poet bitter"

on Nov. 18 2010 at 6:38 am
devinnmariee SILVER, New City, New York
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LOOk

 

 

 

 


on Nov. 18 2010 at 6:38 am
devinnmariee SILVER, New City, New York
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Just kidding i actually lovee the poem!

its so HAPPPYYY :DDD

so unlikeee you (x

jkkk

your happy.

sometimes.

like "When i bend down i see...."

hahaa

WHEE.


on Nov. 18 2010 at 6:37 am
devinnmariee SILVER, New City, New York
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uHMM excusee me BUT but on the line about badminton and exercisee, you said "u" instead of "you."

GOD SONIA.

way to screw that upp (:

<3





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