"Children Out To Play"
(written 04/23/18)
Everyday becoming more hot,
Children out to play,
Running in & out a lot,
Letting the cool air escape away!
The taste of wild honeysuckles in their mouth,
Dandelions stuck in their hair,
Making wishes without a care,
Their brows evident of the sun's glare!
Giggles turn into cry's,
Play turns into childhood fights,
They've overdone it now,
Over indulgence play her hand;
using the rebirth of spring.
Hypnotized by the grassy green hills,
Covered with new blooms of daffodils,
Time to gather them inside to sit still,
The children will sleep good tonight.
~SacredInkedBlood
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
"Children Out To Play"
(written 04/23/18)
Everyday becoming more hot,
Children out to play,
Running in & out a lot,
Letting the cool air escape away!
The taste of wild honeysuckles in their mouth,
Dandelions stuck in their hair,
Making wishes without a care,
Their brows evident of the sun's glare!
Giggles turn into cry's,
Play turns into childhood fights,
They've overdone it now,
Over indulgence play her hand;
using the rebirth of spring.
Hypnotized by the grassy green hills,
Covered with new blooms of daffodils,
Time to gather them inside to sit still,
The children will sleep good tonight.
~SacredInkedBlood
Reminds me of us kids when we all would gather at grandmas house. So excited to meet up and play. Getting over tired, getting scrapes and bruises only to end up in little childhood arguments. Of course being made to come in only to pout to go back out. I remember an adult or more yelling, Quit running in and out or We're not air conditioning the whole outside and etc. But we had more fun than we ever had bad as children. Always excited about gathering up together again at grandma's. And there was a lot of us. My grandma had 13 children and of course they had children too! #missing © a day ago rhyme • spring • family • love • nature • adult
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