running through grass running
wind blown grass running
young child racing the wind
racing running like the wind

wind is swift fleet fast
everywhere grass bent
everywhere at same time
fleet gust swept wind time

blowing speeding
bending over fold
bent grass blades

suddenly childhood is
racing by racing running
running running gone

Terence G. Craddock (afterglows echoes of starlight)

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-child-racing-the-wind/