Games (for want of a better name)

A cool breeze whispers through the rooftops of a childhood. Like broken rainmakers, red lentil fairy dust scattered across Narnia. Left abandoned, no one plays here any more. Roots yawn from the parched earth trees have shrunk with time, once great oaken arms trussed with moss mere claws scratching at old hiding places, litchen brown. Snap. We still speak in rhymes, jargon lies in terminology a secret language transformed in matter. Hide behind titles and count to ten 'You're it.' A challenge to reputation. A lifetime of playing pretend dressed in other peoples lives leaving forests to wilt with age layers of bark erase the carven rules. We forget it's still a game. (Not one of my best, I'm not really sure how I feel about it. It ended up going in a slightly different direction then I had intended)