Stepping out clumsily towards the line
Walking briskly with friends
Stamping heavily to the playground
Jumping happily as the ball bounced
Running hastily with a lunch bag in hand
Stepping boldly after the meal
Strolling casually as her friend waits
Galloping excitedly to the four-square game
Dodging carefully as the ball is thrown
Standing alertly as the ball passes the line
The playground teemed with activity
I watched carefully, noticing the different movements around me.
On duty this afternoon, aiming to conjure a slice, I saw legs many pairs of legs. They moved in different ways. I told myself that will make an interesting slice. So that is how the idea of the poem came about.