National Poetry Writing Month: Day 25 – Recess

The sun hovered
Above the pine trees
That sent cones
Tumbling down the hill
And into the street.

Rolling, like bright colored
Kickballs.

Those who excelled
Beneath scoreboards
Claimed the field,
The rest of us clinging
To slides.

I liked recess then,
But the freedom the thirty minutes brought
Makes some minds believe
They can always do
What they want.

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