Sun of Tomorrow
We ran in the green field, playing with shadows in the summer breeze.
We watched the swallows skimming the grass and darting around the trees.
The flow of the river tickled our ears. The splash of water wet our face. The kingfisher didn’t appear but then a blue rush of feather disappeared without a trace!
We climbed high in the trees, we swung across the stream. We hid in the long scrub and heard the train shunting by the fields.
We heard a screech of the wild and saw the peregrine tear through the sky. We tried to follow its path but gave up after about a mile!
We trampled back through the fields. Mud and wet now carried by us. We watched the golden globe go down, aching for the sun o’ tomorrow to shine on us.
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