Climbing trees as high as we could go
Waiting for a cool breeze to blow
Splashing in the waters of the creek nearby
Throwing stones just to watch them fly
Conquering nations atop tall banks
Sword in hand and guarding the flanks
Sliding down hills on a cardboard sled
Carried by leaves of yellow and red
Riding crooked trees that were wild horses
Fashioning guns from wooden sources
Two sisters sharing few store-bought toys
Making up games and our own joys
A backyard as wide as the woods we lived near
Creating memories we now hold dear
June 16, 2008
This poem is dedicated to my younger sister, my favorite playmate.
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