One of my favorite memories as a small child
It was an afternoon in late June, my memory somehow filed
My brothers, sisters, and I walking together None of us were old
Hand in hand marching to the Southeast corner by the road
We would plop down and play for hours under the towering, shady, Oaktree
Dusty feet making circles in the sand as we all played carefreely
We had no electronic devices to distract
No boredom in our days, and that’s a fact
We sat cross-legged in the soft grainy sand
Passing rocks, sticks, and acorns from hand to hand
Giggles floating skyward distantly filling the country air
Not realizing that we all were learning to share
The sticks, rocks, and acorns, toys we would leave behind
To return and play another day under our Oaktree in the sunshine
