Vigilante children
Preying over the yellow meadow grounds
With their stick weapons and shallow voices
Echoing through the grass
Plucking petals off of dandelions
And whispering their secrets
Disobedient teenagers
Trudging through the mud
Long lost loves in the back of their minds
Plucking petals off of dandelions
As they sit and hide
In the yellow meadow grounds
–L.S.