Beetles to gadflies
Can recall that summer
-and camping in open
-full of joy, freedom
We, the boys, were devils
-can picture the trees in tear
-We climbed monkey-like
-to branch were crows
-picked fruits, danced and fought
-"Oh blood, " would then shout
-blackberry, ripe, not-so-ripe
-was rubbed and then crushed
-on face of enemy, a cousin
In times danced girlishly
-on ears hung cherries
-bunch of them, clusters
No rice was grown there
-but we had rice beetles
-pitch black, glossy
-in sun shined brassy
They took the defecate
-made balls and spheres
-rolled backward with hind legs
Since they were too slow
-I never saw end-show
-they sure lose to turtles…
By trees and fruits
-by water's early tongues
-when were led to the farms
-hung insect with four wings
-motionless as Chinook, when chopper
-we caught them and played
-as dirty as we could
I miss you my village and teammates
-love you all, always shine, precious.
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