Poem for Northography – Tag

A response to the most recent writing prompt at Northography. http://www.northography.com/responses.php?stimulus_id=289

I returned to the fields
of the childhood I left behind.

Rows upon rows of corn
stretching forever and

above our heads as we
ran looking behind, ahead

all around; each stalk that moved
could mean we were tagged, and

our turn to chase each echo of laughter
and each bark of the dog.

5 comments

  1. Yes I like the poem. Reminds one of the beautiful time of childhood. Very well written and yet simple and beautiful, conveying the meaning as intended by you. Take care and have a lovely day my friend.

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