Brothers
Rough and tumble
Playing tricks and having fun
Picking on pig-tailed girls while
Tromping through the snow.
Boys are like that, yes they are,
Full of vinegar and mischief too.
Climbing trees and falling down
On unsuspecting human beings.
Picking green apples all day long
To munch until their bellies cry,
Rolling in the dirt with laughter while
Finding bugs to chase the girly-girls.
Rough and tumble they may be,
But when harvested men full grown;
Brothers are loving, loyal and protective
Turned into strong good men through and through.
Previously Published: Shattered Moonbeams 2016
Copyright © Ruth Van Alstine | Year Posted 2019
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