My father gets the wooden stick <br />he counts from five <br />i run and hide... <br /> <br />My father is coming with the wooden stick <br />he counts from four <br />i close my bedroom door... <br /> <br />My father is looking for me with the wooden stick <br />he counts from three <br />as he searches for me... <br /> <br />My father is close by with the wooden stick <br />he counts from two <br />my face turns blue... <br /> <br />My father is right next to me <br />with the wooden stick <br />he counts from one <br />now i'm done... <br /> <br />My father finds me <br />with the wooden stick <br />he counts from zero <br />...yes i know, i'm in trouble... <br /> <br />My father says <br />'there you are! <br />i found you <br />now it's your turn to count <br />and my turn to hide' <br />...and the game continued...<br /><br />Allen Steble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hide-and-seek-32/
