In the wind’s gentleness and the afternoon sun
Neighborhood children, gather for a game of fun
With boundless joy and spirits high
Bats and ball and eager to run.
Amidst the lush green trees, a whispered call
A dirt road, their playing ground, standing tall
They swung their bats and reached for the sky
The aim for another is to catch that ball.
But mischief smile in the fun-filled breeze
As the ball took turns and wild degrees
An accident cries and pleading eyes
Breaking windows, now that was unforeseen.
Into the bushes, it went like a stray
Lost in the tangle, a quick find they pray
A search party formed, strong and brave
To retrieve the ball, not too long a stay
With giggles and whispers, they carried on
The time well spent, on them it dawned
The evening sun began to wane
They gathered for dinner, a circle on the lawn.
They're embraced by the fading light
To bid farewell their hearts did fight
They headed home, with hearts sincere
Thinking of tomorrow's play, their hopes alight.
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Sheneika Stewart
My book Strive, Your life is a Masterpiece is now available on Amazon. With a profound love for culture and a pen that dances across the page, I am a passionate writer dedicated to unraveling the tapestry of our diverse world.
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