Digger
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It was on my way home from school
From the trail on the hill
High, overlooking the school's baseball field
Where I could never hope to play..
I stood awhile to watch
my brother on the pitcher's mound...
With profound, tangible, and tom-girl attitude
I looked on, with green-eyed envy
It was then I caught my first glimpse of you
Huddled and alone in the drainage ditch
among the sodden seeth of leaves
I turned quickly....afraid you might take a bite
from the heel of my magic Keds
that could sweep my feet away like wings of a hawk...
Instead..like lightning...you were beside me...
Tail wagging, as if we were meant to be...side by side...
Two of us sprinting over the stretch of road
Feet scarcely touching the ground...lickety split....
Down the hill, around the bend...across the nettled field that took me home
Of course...it took a bit of convincing...
Begging, pleading, cajoling,
Offers of impossible and implausable promises...
But YES! I was allowed to keep you!
You were MINE!! I named you 'Ditch Digger'....
Never was I happier!!....
And even better...
was the simple fact...
that for the first time....
my brother looked on with green eyed-envy........
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010
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