Book of Poets Winners

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In the heart of summer's golden hue, 

A barefoot boy with skies so blue, 

Runs through fields where wildflowers grow, 

In nature's arms, he finds his glow. 

With feet that dance on dewy grass,

He feels the earth as moments pass, 

The whispering winds, the rustling leaves, 

A symphony that never grieves. 

Under the shade of ancient trees, 

He breathes in life with every breeze, 

A barefoot boy, so wild and free, 

In nature's world, his soul's at ease.

I stand on the field, whistle to call,

But the joy of the game doesn’t reach me at all.

The battle at my feet I once loved to control,

Now feels like a weight wearing on my soul.

The roar of the sidelines, the adrenaline of the game,

No longer reach that once-strong flame.

The hours of practice, my tears and grind,

Have faded the passion I can’t begin to find.

I walk through the motions, with no motive to play.

I wish my game would just end today.

The barefoot boy loves the barefoot girl and it really shows

Sometimes they sneak away together just to rub their bare toes

Such are tales of young innocence like fluffy clouds above

Drawing hearts in the sand holding hands two young hearts in love

First crush a summer to remember oh what magic to be ten again

Having fun in the sun at the swimming hole, fishing and racing with a special friend

With summer end and pumpkins in the field days are shorter and weather cool and frosty

Two special friends await summer again to be barefoot in the sun and to be carefree