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This is an entry in Sara Kendrick's "Reflection(s) on Childhood Day(s)" poetry contest.
Years ago, when my friends and I were just boys; A nearby place provided such simple joys. To us, it was one of the best local ‘finds’; “Let’s go to the creek,” never far from our minds. We usually rode bikes, although sometimes we’d run; To be first to arrive was part of the fun. Visiting each favorite spot with made-up names; Racing leaf and twig boats, playing other games. Covering stones with mud, shouting “Bombs away!” Vying for biggest ‘explosion’ of the day. Pretending that large rocks were islands mid stream; For hours we’d play in a quasi day dream. Imagining that millimeters were miles; Jumping from the creek’s banks to ‘fly’ to warm isles. When dusk called us home as it did way too fast; We knew today’s trip here would not be our last.
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