Poetry from high school or so

[joshwriting]

I stare out over the empty field
And think as I am wont to do
Of children playing, not in school
And kites flying ever through the air

My heart soars with delight and fun
I long to run and play with them
And then it falls right down again,
It is over an empty field I stare.

Comments

[eveninghawk.livejournal.com]

This comes closer to vocalizing how I've been feeling of late than any set of words I've managed to come up with!

Thanks for sharing. *hugs*