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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On the south-western side of the old mission school, on the corner of 1st, where the blackberries grew a field claimed by children, was crosshatched with tracks It was riddled by gophers and, nettled with foxtails and youthful bare feet had constructed thin trails, cupping deep paths that were littered with smiles, deep in the amber of weeds and tall grass. It wasn't far beyond a patched wire fence that hemmed my Grandmother's russet old house. Westerly whirlwinds would rattle the ragweed, while seeds of the bull-thorns, that prickled our toes, would race with the tumbleweeds, tossed into rows like last winter's snowmen, worn to the bone There were traces of honeysuckle mixed with wild rose from Grandma's old arbor, that loomed in the distance A rusty old weathervane, cruised 'round, and 'round The ivy was overgrown, and a sleepy old hound would snooze by the clothesline, in shade he had found But, deep in the field, was a land of our own A place we called 'Neverland', a loft in the wind In the yoke of one tree, with the help of our dad was a fort built of scrap wood, from piles by the shed. And by hook or by crook, I would take all commands While my brother's brewed brainstorms, and his black plastic hook, assigned him the Captain, while I was the crew of a ramshackle galleon, brought to life from our books While I dangled in air, from a tired old swing "Tinker", my name...in this masculine game.. I would push off, while he pulled me, right up to the sky and into the branches, with leaves in my eyes...... I would fly to the depth's of a steel gray-blue sky I would grovel, and shovel, to have his approval........ for he was much older, much wiser than me I would play like a tomboy,.....shove doll-drums away Such sweet summer days,......while bright splintered rays of hot summer sun, would spotlight our play. We would stay until twilight, to watch the sun die Defying all gravity.......I could see to eternity Tootsie Pops clung to the tip of our tongues while the sun of the twilight, dipped over the dunes and the call of our mother, slipped over the moon ____________________________________________________________
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