Saturday, January 30, 2010

Dragons

We stare down toward the deep bottom of the grainy sand box.


I start sprinting, screaming at the top of my lungs with great joy.


Our toes are skimming the top of the grass. The cherry blossoms all around.


As I reach the top of the teeter totter I feel as if I'm at the top of the world flying.


The wind blowing through my hair feels outstanding. I wish I could stay up at the top forever.


-Isobel






1 comment:

Jamie said...

This is great Isobel!
I love how you interpereted it as a teeter totter.
Great job!