Friday, January 3, 2014
A rainy day
A blustery windy day
Two young boys hard at play
Kicking a ball
High in the sky
While I listen to their shouts and cries
It's grim out there
Cold and grey
Not the very best of days
But I still stand,and I smile,
Moments like this are getting rare.
So I stand, getting soaking wet,
Watching the boys blast a ball in the air.
Written after getting soaking wet watching
the boys play footy together on a cold grey wet December day.
I came back home with dripping wet hair and muddy boots.
I smiled though...these boys are infectious.