Home—free!

Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!Ready or not, you must be caught!"Its" warning singsong thundered.Hidden from view and half distraught,I silently challenge that "must,"till daring to leave my hiding place,I move to the next with trust.

"It" spies me now from outer space,But I elude "It," and we race!I touch the elm and shout with glee,Oly oly ome-free!When I touch "home," "It" can't touch me:I'm wholly, wholly, home—free!

NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Article
An important journey
January 8, 1979
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit