A glimmer of rebeliousness catches
air as a smile rides its way
across dimpled cheeks.
Barefeet scamper towards the
tangle of trees at the boundaries
of a fenced in yard.
The briars sharpened their teeth,
just for us.
Snipping at legs, catching on the cuffs
of rolled up levi's 501s.
Disappearing in the blanket of green,
spry young limbs swing from branch
to branch.
Winding along with the curves of a babbling brook.
Laughter echos in the splashing water
as it dances over moss covered rocks.
"Who needs paths...."
your voice trails off
into the sweltering, sweet
summer air.
A contest entry
- vintage sunday by adsaige.
300 points, ended June 25, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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oh lovely, thank you for entering
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this is awesome! wow..great job!
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thank you!
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very beautiful. it does seem to be what i'm looking for, but then again, i feel as if there's something missing from it...still, i like it. thanks for entering.
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Any suggestions? I love constructive help... And thank you.
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Memories Memories sure brought back a lot of Memories
of days gone by.
Very well written piece. Thank you for your entry and good luck in the contest
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