I walk around the park, same way every day. My feet hurt. My mouth is sore. Can’t shake the weight.
I hardly see the trees. Grass? They say we have to keep off it.
I see children running, rolling over and over. I think I ran and rolled like that, once…
Dogs, let off the leash, race each other but return to their owners, knowing they’re better off tame.
Not me.
Ah if that were me…
If they let me off this leash,
Set me free from walking round the park in aching feet, mouth sore…
How I would run.
Tom Juniper Poetry 