Life is an adventure! I've cruised
In boats. Rowed canoe, sixty miles.
Walked the Smokies: fifty miles with
Thirty pounds on my back in knapsack.
Once slept two in one sleeping bag
Because the rains came down so hard.
And rode horseback for thirty miles.
I've walked miles around my neighborhoods.
Walked across Tryon, N.C., San Francisco.
I've driven across our fine country;
Snow, rain, I won't refrain from my
Need for adventures! I'm always GO!
Long legs do not know the word NO.
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Capital Trail, Delaware
by June Ellen Smith
Workers came, chopped the front yard.
Made Capital Trail, Kirkwood Highway.
Lived there when I was six years young.
Trees galore, weeping willow I swong on.
Caught turtles, bugs and bats for pets.
Buttercups glowed under chins. Nests
Of bluish eggs, were not to touch them.
My father grew up in this house, then
Brought my brother. Then I was there.
Laid in the sun on chairs, picked ticks
Out of my hair. Some swelled to gray,
Full of blood, squished on dirt driveway.
Garage was down by long, picket fence.
Gram drove in her Cadillac, hence was
A wonderful place. Then when I was nine,
They moved the house to middle of city.
Bought smaller house, somewhat a pity.
With smaller yard, paved streets, school
Down the street. Dad remarried. We moved
To Tryon, N.C. Larger house than Gram's.
More land, more trees. Childhood memories.