Cul-De-Sac
There is a group of us that live around
the cul-de-sac of our neighborhood.
Jimmy is ten years old, the same age I am.
He has a big tall live oak tree in the backyard
with a treehouse we use for a clubhouse.
Marty is twelve years old.
He always wants to boss everyone around.
He has a younger sister named Becky
that always wants to join in all the time.
We try to run her off, but she is always underfoot.
Marshal is ten years old.
He wears blue jeans with a large silver
western belt buckle with a galloping horse,
cowboy boots, and a black straw cowboy hat.
The hatband is adorned with silver conchos,
and it pretends to be a cowboy.
If the weather is nice, we gather and pretend
to be cowboys and Indians and chase each other around,
or pirates on a sailing ship.
Or play marbles and see who loses the most.
If the weather is bad, we play video games.
If we fight, after a while we are friends again like brothers.
2/23/2023
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