The sweet song of laughter,
Flows into my ears,
The aged red hue of my mates battered baseball boots,
Crosses my wide opened eyes.
A smiles sits painted on my lips,
In every colour of my own personal rainbow,
And my feet dance carelessly,
Across the fields of overgrown grass.
My heart beats fast,
Pound pound pound,
As I skip foward,
Arms locked in my giggle fueled friends.
I feel so free,
Like a bird scraping the horizon,
Like a balloon set loose,
To the endless blue of the daytime skies
We cheep and chirp,
Out our songs of the future,
Days we can truly conquer,
More than our own small worlds
As the sun sets low,
Ink begins to pour out onto our skies,
I sigh happily,
I've fallen in love with my Saturday nights.
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
The sweet song of laughter,
Flows into my ears,
The aged red hue of my mates battered baseball boots,
Crosses my wide opened eyes.
A smiles sits painted on my lips,
In every colour of my own personal rainbow,
And my feet dance carelessly,
Across the fields of overgrown grass.
My heart beats fast,
Pound pound pound,
As I skip foward,
Arms locked in my giggle fueled friends.
I feel so free,
Like a bird scraping the horizon,
Like a balloon set loose,
To the endless blue of the daytime skies
We cheep and chirp,
Out our songs of the future,
Days we can truly conquer,
More than our own small worlds
As the sun sets low,
Ink begins to pour out onto our skies,
I sigh happily,
I've fallen in love with my Saturday nights.
Something a little different to my normal stuff
Request permission to use this poem