Gstar16
11-12-2008, 10:15 PM
This is a poem from my english class sometime ago...it reminds me of my former home,i wish i would have worked more on this one but here it goes
A game well played
by the neighborhood kids
day time fades like
the winter winds
Summer time nights
as lightning bugs rise
Luminescent stars
Shine bright
in young kids eyes
never ending life
sitting high on cloud nine
Imagination awakes
with wide weary eyes
feet scrape the sky
with the taste of pie
the next night will be the same
Once again
a game well played
by the neighborhood kids
A game well played
by the neighborhood kids
day time fades like
the winter winds
Summer time nights
as lightning bugs rise
Luminescent stars
Shine bright
in young kids eyes
never ending life
sitting high on cloud nine
Imagination awakes
with wide weary eyes
feet scrape the sky
with the taste of pie
the next night will be the same
Once again
a game well played
by the neighborhood kids