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Run With The Wind

I invite you to be a child,
have heaps of fun and go hog wild.
Let the rain quench your thirst,
crow out loud like your sides will burst.

Make new friends by shaking their hand,
build a tree fort and scout the land.
Go roll in grass smelling so good
or start a fire with scraps of wood.

Splash in the creek in stocking feet
or find a monster to defeat.
Chase the birds as they fly away,
sweating in heat of summer’s day.

Giggle as the dog licks wet kisses
or poke a snake until it hisses.
Climb a tree to the very top
and run with the wind and never stop.

Gaze at the clouds billowing high,
treat your tummy to apple pie.
Seek tomorrow not yesterday
and bask in the innocence of play.

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  • I love the imagery and emotion in this poem; just gorgeous
    Thankyou so much for entering this piece in my contest, and I wish you the best of luck!

    ♥ Maria ♥


  • RedwingSpirit silver member
    February 27, 2008

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    Very well done Congratulations on winning the silver it was well deserved I like this write full of imagery Niaish for sharing friend


  • Sandygram silver member
    February 27, 2008

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    Ah yes to run with the wind and frolic in the sun. What a delight to read. It takes me back to childhood and the carefree days when kids could still be kids. A wonderful poem. Nice imagery you have penned. Paints a happy picture in my mind of yesterday. Take care, Sandy


  • anaisnais
    February 27, 2008

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    Niaish ma eno from all your Children, a lovely write, uplifts the spirit and runs with the powers of nature there freely for us to enjoy. Delightful, kindest thoughts and wishes, Anna-Marie.


  • Quiet places
    February 26, 2008

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    Excellent write!!

    Makes for a full day huh! Love the flow of this poem. The message is one that uplifts a soul to enjoy life as one should for it is late in our time of being here. Every day is a moment in time to live in harmony with our surroundings. Great job my friend. Don


  • ShelleyA gold member
    February 25, 2008

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    A very good write. Imaginative. Lovely expression of feeling. Very good imagery, flow, rhyme and tone. Vivid descriptives. Very nice meter. Your words took me to this very special time and place... lovely memories of a rich childhood. Good word choice, alliteration and assonance. Congratulations on winning Silver. Well deserved. Niaish for sharing this piece with us.


  • LittleMoon silver member
    February 25, 2008

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    Those were the days when kids were safe to be free and could play outside and used imagination for games (that would last until you were hungry and went home.) We were so lucky to have those childhoods. Niaish for sharing the memories here with a very well written piece.

  • SoulWhispher
    February 25, 2008

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    well done and most deserving on the silver trophy, I realaly enjoyed this read, great job, blessings John


  • Whispering Wind Moderators member
    February 25, 2008

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    now this would be enjoyable! A perfect way to spend your day...sigh...I find myself lost in your words and the pictures you have sent me to play with...Congrats very much! niaish for sharing with me dear friend


  • lindaburns gold member
    February 17, 2008

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    Just exactly what I asked for. Thank you so much.
    “Splash in the creek in stocking feet
    or find a monster to defeat.
    Chase the birds as they fly away
    and sweat in heat of summer’s day.”
    Lovely.


  • malmadre gold member
    February 17, 2008

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    This sounds like a perfect day in the mind of a young boy and also the mind of a little girl chasing along behind, poking those snakes and wading those creeks and rolling an old tire down the gravel road...well rhymed and well remembered!

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