The One Hundred Poem Promise

Under The Surface

It Was A Bright Sunny Day

Children Playing

Running From Parts Of The

Playground.

The Clown Faced Man

Shrugged His Face Into

A Ball.

Not One Child

Had Bought A Balloon

From Him Today.

But Things Could Change

He Could Get Lucky.

Sure Enough The Children Were

Gathering Around Him.

He Had What They Needed

They Were There To Feed.

A Child Alone With A Balloon

A Child Alone With Him.