Kids

Kids from under their blankets run outside to hear the stories; they can’t wait to hear the stories. They climb trees to hear better they skin their knees to get there faster they cry when they get lost on the way but when the clouds break open they are still satisfied with something else. The kids know there’s somewhere to go. They mob the streets and come out of the gutters and look around for hours to spot that road they know will take them further. Pigtails bounce and basketballs roll down the road; some kids have colds or a bad leg but they run and they scream when an animal jumps out on the side and they keep running. The land is beautiful and big, the kids know this, they make sure to look around and see everything they go by. They stop to look at a big tree that hangs over the road, there are birds and flowers all over it, it starts to rain and they keep running. They swing from branches and poles; they come out of windows and open car doors. The slow kids fall behind and become friends and decide to keep going. A big bolt of lightening hits the earth. All the kids scream and cry but they keep running, some of them faster, some of them with more purpose, other kids get over it and skip along as they did before. There are hills to climb and rivers to swim through and cars to break into for food and the kids run forward. Shoe laces are left behind, empty jars of apple sauce roll and chip, ribbons are scattered and caught in the leaves. A row of ducks wait hours to cross the road. The kids keep looking they keep scattering they keep guessing and wondering and fighting and learning and hoping and running and seeing and thinking. The kids take it all over; they learn to wait for the train instead of jumping through it, though some kids still try every once in awhile to run and leap through the cars. They learn to stop eating grass as they go but to stop and cook the potatoes they find. The kids separate, they forget who they’re running with, some get lost in the trees. It rains for days and they all end up somewhere, they all finish at a spot. Whenever they see a beautiful tree with birds and flowers though they all remember when with a smile.

Kids

BluebirdQ

Joined February 2008

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