02 May 2014
Boredom makes us do it, that and the chase.
The sun whitens the grass until it's ripe
to burn and then we light it, watch and wait.
The flames take the land, they come and we run.
Us in our shorts, them in their gear, too
clumsy to run but fast because they're men.
We're laughing and falling, stumbling and rolling
safe if not caught, too young to worry
about the dead birds and black landscape.
From Gawain Barnard's photography exhibition, as previewed on A Fine Beginning: Made in Wales, BBC News In Pictures, 14 March 2014. Words omitted: 'and then' (line 4), 'and' (7), 'from the burn' (8), 'broken land' (9). Submitted by Gabriel Smy.