singing "Sunshine on my Shoulders"
pretending to be John Denver or some Rocky Mountain explorer
the grass was long, thin, deep emerald green
softly tickling your toes
if you wandered far enough north
you would tread underfoot
deliciously plump purple berries
never knowing until you tracked them indoors
back at home
the flavor put you in a trance
made you forget everything for awhile
except the soaking
the stewing of your tender toes
in a tub of Clorox water
to the south was a briar patch
a scratchy maze of thorns and bushes
only the bravest ventured within
we had a fort out back
on one end of the evergreens
broke half the boughs off
so we could climb through the branches
high up to the sky
until the tree trunk became a bending wisp
the little evergreen buds
hard as rocks, big around as marbles,
made good missiles
we lined them up on bricks in rows
and were glad the big kids were on our side
beyond the trees the fields
gave way to a dirt road
the farthest we dared was a hill
in the distance a train whistle blew
before there were circles in the wheat
rumored to be made my aliens
we made little homes by rolling around
room by room
in the spring a dad made a paper kite
out of the funny papers
we plod through the clods
the wheat plowed under
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