Wow Noah I love this! It's so evocative. I remember wonderful days of summer riding my bike with my friends. We weren't so lucky. We didn't have rain forest tracks we had tarmac covered roads to come whizzing down. We still loved it though. Happy Days indeed! xx
30, 29, 28, 27 and they run in a burst and scatter One of us stays by the can, me, eyes closed and counting down 26, 25...19...12...5, 4,.. nearly there and the tension is high Mind racing...where have they gone? Will I find them? And the can stands... in the middle of the path... 3, 2, 1 time to search, scan, hunt, hope So tentative, creep one way, look, dare round the corner No sign, look back at the can, exposed, alone... safe? Try the other way, down the road, no sign still Back to that can, don't let it be kicked, guard it... but leave it... agony Stretch the distance, hold your breath, don't leave the can too far behind No sign, no-one, where have they gone? Is that a movement in the trees, or just the breeze? No sign, no-one, dare I go on to look for the hidden ones? Squeal behind me... right across the field... sprinting, fast... Me too now, me too, turn on my heel and sprinting... Gotta get back or he'll kick the can... Running, running, lungs burning, legs pounding And arghhh! He kicks it.... I'm just too late! We laugh so loud as we pant and the hidden laughing faces appear! Your turn now... close your eyes and start counting...
happy days noah
ReplyDeleteWow Noah I love this! It's so evocative. I remember wonderful days of summer riding my bike with my friends. We weren't so lucky. We didn't have rain forest tracks we had tarmac covered roads to come whizzing down. We still loved it though. Happy Days indeed! xx
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ReplyDelete30, 29, 28, 27 and they run in a burst and scatter
One of us stays by the can, me, eyes closed and counting down
26, 25...19...12...5, 4,.. nearly there and the tension is high
Mind racing...where have they gone? Will I find them?
And the can stands... in the middle of the path...
3, 2, 1 time to search, scan, hunt, hope
So tentative, creep one way, look, dare round the corner
No sign, look back at the can, exposed, alone... safe?
Try the other way, down the road, no sign still
Back to that can, don't let it be kicked, guard it... but leave it... agony
Stretch the distance, hold your breath, don't leave the can too far behind
No sign, no-one, where have they gone?
Is that a movement in the trees, or just the breeze?
No sign, no-one, dare I go on to look for the hidden ones?
Squeal behind me... right across the field... sprinting, fast...
Me too now, me too, turn on my heel and sprinting...
Gotta get back or he'll kick the can...
Running, running, lungs burning, legs pounding
And arghhh! He kicks it.... I'm just too late!
We laugh so loud as we pant and the hidden laughing faces appear!
Your turn now... close your eyes and start counting...
Ask mummy about "Kick the can..."
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