Conkers, Bonkers

Off us two went, beneath the trees, that crackled and snappled in Autumn’s crisp breeze, our wellies slish-sloshing through the pelting rain, plip-plopping, plip-plopping again and again. The thunder it rumbled, and the wind it blew but on and on, the adventurers, two, rustled through leaves till we came to a tree, and the treasure it threw - just for you, and for me. Dark red-brown shiners were there to be gathered, the bigger the better - that’s all that mattered! We took them in armfuls, filled carrier bags, then we strung them on strings - “Oh, what fun we had!” Crashing and bashing, we let the strings fly, around our knuckles, and up, to the sky! Knocked them together, till they spun around, in a smackety wallop - one fell to the ground! One of the shiners was all split into two, twas tough on the outside, but inside, all goo! The champion, victorious, announced that she won and I was defeated, but still, it was fun! Conkers, all bonkers, Oh, what a game! And when next year comes we will do it, again. Suzy Davies, 2017. Copyright. All Rights Reserved.