Outside on the playground <br />I hear a familiar sound <br />Coming from someone I know <br /> <br />He does this all the time <br />He's a good friend of mine <br />He jumps rope in the cold wet snow <br /> <br />I asked, why he did this <br />He says he can't resist <br />It's better than jumping in the sand <br /> <br />I like it when a trace <br />Of cold air hits my face <br />And the snow hits the back of my hand <br /> <br />It's so fresh and clean <br />You know what I mean? <br />Falling down from the sky <br /> <br />It gives me hope <br />When I'm jumping rope <br />Aren't you glad you ask me why?<br /><br />Kevin Seales<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jumping-rope-2/
