Summer night

by Andrea broken tears   Mar 26, 2006


Its late
and I lay here in the dark
staring out through the window at the park.
Only seeing tiny black figures
running never looking back.
I hear the sound of the swings back and forth
going higher and higher.
Faint voices of kids going home
from playing.
The lampposts humming, their just coming on.
Their shadows cast along the dark road as the moon shines bright.
They are home now as they leave the stories and games in the night.

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  • 18 years ago

    by alive in death

    This just proves that you really have no boundaries when it comes to writing... you could write about anything and still find satisfaction in it.... i like variety and you showed a perfect example of it... you also showed how observent and attuned to your surroundings you can be... as i read this, i felt inspired to write something similar... it's been awhile since i've written about nature and the world.

    excellent and i mean it... 5/5 and more if i was allowed.

  • 18 years ago

    by Robyn

    Cute
    xoxo robyn

  • 18 years ago

    by Just Me

    Weird. good but weird. lol! I'm glad you liked my yawning fish... and I know you need me here.... but do I need me here.... and do I want to be here... thats why I'm torn. Oh well I'm here until I make my desicision for sure.... so that might be a while! lol!

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