Time of Our Life

By: Tiandra Stevenson

 

Light wind blowing

Across us as we ride our beautiful horses

In the green

Yellowish pasture

Breathing in the wet grass

With my crazy cousins

Like hillbillies in the summer

Chewing skoal

Spitting everywhere

Making jokes

And having the best time in the summer before school starts again

As the sun goes down

We race back home

The last one to be there

Has to count

As we play

Hide-and-seek

In the dark

Could barely see

But the full moon

Helped us see

Through the darkness

Of weeds

Bushes

Small places

And other hiding places

As our mother calls us

Into wash up

And eat

Our game will be continued

The next time

We see each other