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2009-08-22 12:41:45 UTC
Had been a great prize,
A gift left on the banks of a creek
After a brief spring storm
It was a bucking bronco, a tight-rope at a circus
A pirate ship to sail and win mud pie fights.
Sun warmed backs and log warmed bellies
And soothed to sleep
The cowboys and pirates who lived there
Until the bell sounded Supper.
Was it a million summer days we played
or just a million years ago?
But it stayed until the cowboys and pirates died,
And went on to live their lives.