Bayard Lady
2008-04-04 09:44:28 UTC
With scrapes and scratches…
Mercurochrome tainted.
(That stuff, really hurt!)
When through the evenings’ waining light
It’s Kick the Can!
Rang, clear and bright.
We scrambled!
When as a group, we filled the lawns
Deciding on the leader.
(Thom brought the can
And set it up.)
The can was struck
And off we ran!
Hid under Mrs. Fisher’s porch.
(Hopeful that the spiders were asleep.)
Glorious hours (at least)
Until the calls came
“Sarah, Jim, Thom…
Time to come in.”
Silently, with a few goodbyes
We trudged slowly homeward.
But bright tomorrows
Summer filled, we’d play again.
Screen doors, springs protesting
Closed once, then silence.
Crickets, chirping.
Solidifies the mood.