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Laughter, in the distance....
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Laughter.....
My eyes are closed
and my heart hears the sounds I wish to see.
"All-ee... all-ee.... in…free........."
The rush of running steps,
rustling the leaves
and the swoop of hands
against the tree.
and the counting begins again.
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This time I am "It".
100..99...98.......
You run and hide.
More of your thoughts become your own,
More of your deeds away from home.
I wait, and watch you grow.
I count
until you sneak behind a bush that is close by,
wanting to be found.
Each passing year it takes....
longer........
for you to return.
You find the joys of life,
and remarkable tides that turn.
How did you grow so fast,
and get to be on your own?
"All-ee…All-ee… in… free!"
I open my eyes
and wonder where you are....
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I look and search,
but you are hidden in a time long ago.
"All-ee…All-ee…in… free" I call,
.....but no one comes.
So I close my eyes
and feel the breath of the wind upon my face
....and hear the laughter,
.......in the distance.
by D.K.Walker
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