Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Slide

I like my red slide.
It's here that I know where I can hide. 

It's higher than high.
I feel like I will reach the sky.

When I reach the top I love the feel of the breezy wind in my hair.
I will rush down it, I don't even need a dare.

From up here  everyone looks like tiny little ants. 
I feel like a king, the one with a marvelous glance.

Coming down it I think  what a thrill. 
This is a moment that no one can steal. 

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