Rhythmic Stories October 26, 2022

Fresh Air

On cool autumn evenings
My mama would always bring

A chair or two outside
To watch her brood playing

We mostly ran down country roads
Stopping briefly and playing with toads

We would play outside after dark
Until the opossums made the dogs bark

You could hear the voices in the night air
No one seemed anxious or had cares

I’m sure my mother had a clock
But for us, there was no tick tok

The crickets were barely ever heard
Fourteen children with so many words

Filled the air in our small countryside
I revisit these moments and ride

Finding comfort and soothing to my soul
Such sweet memories I bring out to hold

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