Leaves crackle
as two small boys
roll and roll.
Grass, sky, grass, sky.
The common
embraces them.
I watch them go.
Screams and laughter
as they roll away from me.
One blue welly
Left behind.
Rolling down the hill
Published
The bits that didn’t get said
Hear my words 
I love it. It conjures up a wonderful picture,with the touch of the blue welly
Love Mina
Heart warming and beutifully visual. This poem made me so happy.
Wish I could have been there – just beautiful
Just captures those two wonderful boys, your lovely common and how we have to dress in our wet winter!