Poem# 9-Berry Wars

A game of berry wars, with red stained knees;
If wars have bloodshed, blood filled the grass.
White feet dried to blackened berry seeds,
Like coating cement with a poisonous mass. 
The children’s laughs rise with afternoon delights,
But sudden splats on brows make energies
Rise; bringing temperaments high, close to fights,
Then amongst roughen stumbling, synergies
Collapsed with skin breaking needles to funs
And girlish screeches from firm pierced cheeks
Calls out a boy with blooming cactus buns.
Then falls back letting his head meet rock peaks.
Laziness brings luck to his cactus heeded
Bottom, snuggled in more pants than needed.