Pastimes In Old Novato
crawling through tall green grass
making miles of tunnels
in fields all around
a lake, the yearly rain makes
floating on rafts
crafted from grandpa's woodpile
hot brown hills of slick dry grass
slid and sped down
in cardboard boxes
old knotted oak tree
climb up like a ladder
jump into leaves piled high
acorns falling
my childhood pastimes
wonderful memories of home
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