Heaven At the River

It was the kind of heated up August that fried toads My sisters and I sneaked off to the riverbank Don’t get wet! Our mother warned us We emerged ourselves into the cool water The only animal around was a robin But we jumped in fully clothed anyway Knowing by the time we returned home We would be completely dry This feels like heaven! My oldest sister said Corn isn’t going to shuck itself! The baby chimed in We laughed at our silliness, loving being sisters Glorying in the relief we had found on this hundred-degree day.