oren's dragon poem

We stare down.

To the deep bottom of the sandbox

from the steepest cliff in town.

We are almost at the bottom

Shrieking and screaming, at the top of our lungs. We feel something,

A gail of wind blows right at us, we are swept down instantly to the bottom.

We climb back up and start climbing down again.

We slide down the hole this time

as our feet touch the bottom

and boom! something went wrong.