My nephew wore yellow suns
and red flags of Japan
splattered on his green cover-alls.
He pumped and loaded,
rolled and laughed, pink
tongue stinking out,
nose red, eyes wild
with delightful anticipation.
The war was well under way.
*I’ve never played paintball with my nephews, but it was so delightful to see the look of sheer joy on their faces when they came plodding across the yard, looking like a couple of walking canvases. If you would like to share in his experience first-hand, well, here’s a link for you!
paintball masks
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Really enjoyed the play of colours here.
and somehow i have managed to miss the title until i have finished to read and wanted to read again. would not have guess
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