Grassy Field

Running,
Fleeing,
Wind in ears,
Feet flatten grass,
It springs back up,
Just to be flattened once more.

The fence is too close,
A sharp, hazardous turn.
Now feet hit the sidewalk,
Loud slaps echo out,
Only to be absorbed by,
Other runners in the field.

Slowing down, tired,
They're gaining too quick!
A final sprint? No!
A touch on the back!
A tired laugh falls from lips,
It mingles with that of pursuer.
And as it dies down, comes the words,
"You're it."





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Indilove said...
Apr. 16, 2012 at 8:17 am
Hilarious!!! i Love it!!!! very cute very nicly done very well written! tag! o the game everybody knows and loves keep writting!!!!
 
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