Writing

By Tim Upperton and Jet May

 At the end of the driveway the world is silent.

At the end of the driveway the world is frozen.

Kids sprinted to the front gate.

Kids passed cars and roads.

In swirly roads and foggy mornings kids shivered walking to school with their sister and brothers.

This girl sprints this boy tags not yet seeing not yet knowing. 

That what's gone is a new beginning.

That what begins is already growing.

Big then bigger.

Adults, with their confident faces rush by in cars to adult places.