At the end of the driveway

  At the end of

 the driveway

 By Lauren 

At the end of the driveway,the world starts.

At the end of the driveway,the world is going.

Kids are playing with cricket bats and picking up balls.

Kids yell and jump’s high as they can, their faces look so red.

In summer sun and winter storms.

Kids walk to school in the morning wearing their uniforms.

Inside their school uniforms, their itching skins.

Inside their skins, all kids are growing everyday.

This girl laugh, this boy quicks everywhere:

Not yet seeing, not yet knowing.

That what’s gone is a new beginning,

That what begins is already growing

Fast then faster.

Adults, with their sad faces,

Squished into the seats for Adults places.