running through grass running
wind blown grass running
young child racing the wind
racing running like the wind
wind is swift fleet fast
everywhere grass bent
everywhere at same time
fleet gust swept wind time
blowing speeding
bending over fold
bent grass blades
suddenly childhood is
racing by racing running
running running gone
Terence G. Craddock (afterglows echoes of starlight)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-child-racing-the-wind/
