Camouflage Pants

Camouflage pants tucked inside

Black heavy army boots

Joy t-shirt with sleeves rolled up

He kicks up his legs ever so high

Move his body, arms and legs

The boots now are made of air

The children following his every move

As they dance, kick, stomp and sing

For me out on the street

My eyes are on the children

Their eyes are all on him.

                                                            copyright Kerry Bowden 2003


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