Spying Young Kids on a Cloudy Afternoon

This was written for the Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day prompt on April 13, 2010. We were to change the title of a favorite poem and create a new poem. I twisted the title and first line of Robert Frost’s Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. I was looking out the library window as I “spied” these children.

Spying Young Kids on a Cloudy Afternoon

Whose kids these are I do not know.
They rush around and go, go, go.
They’re hiding from some unseen foe.

No one seeks them, but still they hide—
the bush not tall, yet it is wide.
They peek and kneel there side by side.

They do not know I share their joy
eluding man or woman, girl or boy.

They have now gone, giving up their game.
I am so glad this day they came.

Sheryl Kay Oder

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