Rhythmic Stories November 8, 2020

A Country Day


Wide-open spaces

across wheatfields we had races

 The Unending chases 

Of smiling dirty faces

 we would fall down 

and roll around 

tumbling upside down 

on the ground 

climbing trees 

running from bees

 gathering small rocks 

to skip from the docks

bare feet making designs in the sand 

running up hills holding sister’s hand 

catching lightning bugs

 that would lighten up jugs

 The dogs following us everywhere we went 

for the dogs, it was just a daily event

When we got back home

 from wherever we had roamed 

we would sit under the willow tree in the shade 

Drinking purple Kool-Aid mom had just made 

Ah, those were indeed beautiful days 

such comforting memories of young country Ways

Marilyn Star

S I S T E R

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