I want to play again,
to twirl and clap
and dance.
To hold out hands,
to skip and chase
and tag another soul.
This game we have
of "Keep Away"
is getting rather old,
but wait we must
till the time is
right, for the
recess bell to ring.
Then out I'll run
to play at last,
to spin and whirl around,
and finally feel the warmth
and breath of all my
friends again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem