What’s about a soft green field that makes a kid feel flighty?

Pulls us in like diving

Into deep, deep water.

First one cartwheels into the waves,

Second one runs like bears are after,

Third one stumbles, grins and pauses –

Now she’s a tiger, stalking.

 

Sisters and brothers and cousins trot faster.

Ahead are the trees.

Things in there.

Things not here.

We descry another adventure

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