This is one of the Types of Poetry. About how children see the world differently.
Gettin' Dizzy
by
Richard A. McCullough
Children, five in a row, come running to the playground toy we spun laughing around, black little boys, like any little boys you'd find hanging around on any afternoon.
No introductions. They're quite improper, you know, something grown ups would do.
We just jump; together in a tight little group and spun the world off like a big yellow hoop, taking turns at the spinning of this merry go round.
When you run very fast, it sweeps your feet off the ground, and if you lay on your back like an old burlap sack, and hang your head way out over the asphalt race track, you get dizzy.