I was nine
it was clear skies
we were running like foxes
a game of hide and seek
happiness all balled up in our hands
shooting out of us shrieks and bellows
I’m a jaguar
and I decided I was too
a bold jaguar
with nothing to do
but chase the wind
they say it whips you in the face
but this isn’t how it works
if you run hard enough
the wind bores right into you
I don’t remember anything else
except the smell of the BBQ grilling
sweet as pineapple upside down cake
the wind carried the rest away.
I have a great appreciation for all of the Arts. And poetry is one of my favorites.
I am no relation to Robert Frost. I had the help of Bentlily and the “One Poem a Day”.
You can try it too…enjoy!