In the spring we would fold little leaves
into boats we could float down gutters
We built houses of sticks and small stones
where pale lavender flowered nearby
In the summer we dug copper pots
and obsidian up from the ground.
There were secret ways to the woods
where we’d hunt in dry stream beds for squirrels
In the fall we climbed up tall trees
and held duels on the slides and the swings.
After sunset we played on brown grass
to catch lightning bugs in the dark.
In the winter we skated on ice
in the driveway and waited for snow.
We built castles of slush and red clay
and barefoot, we ran through cold rain.
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