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

[erowen.livejournal.com]

This is sad - more just depressed than sad. I can see myself doing this during math class. It's clear and conveys a sense of intelligence. I like it quite a bit, actually.