Truce
Today we fought and spat to see
who would be King of the Hill.
Now as our prayers are heard
we must declare a truce.
For even the bravest Knight can't climb
the hill of terror in the nights darkness.
But with the morning sun
the white flag will be tossed aside.
I will race you to see who can eat grits and eggs
faster and pull on clothes quicker.
We will run in the sunshine, racing to the
bent over tree and on to the tracks.
There will be no "baby, baby" truce!
I will be Queen of the hill!
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2009
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