Summery:
Summary: This is a poem inspired by Holden Caulfield, who I love.
By: Rose Haze
Holden's Aspiration
I found a field of children playing
It was golden in the sun.
The sky was spangled with night and day
at the same time.
Dusk settled in the atmosphere
A Frisbee soared through the yellow sky.
In the grass the wood sprites sprinted
and dodged the playful feet
of the innocent boys and girls.
In a giant hoop hands are held
they prance and sing in a benevolent circle
and personify purity
Than they all fall down.
Shrieks and giggles escape from their lips,
than they get up to play again.
A gray-haired boy looks on
and shields them from harsh reality
and catches them when they fall.