As we climbed up to the
peak of the mountain road
Through the thickets of pine,
Maple, and cowering oak,
My brother and I would laugh
Just telling each other jokes.
The summers days would drag,
And brother would brag,
If I could not catch up to him
when he ran off on his own.
The heat would be heavy;
Upon my brow,
But me and my brother
Would have plenty
Energy to drown.
We'd think ourselves
Out on discovery
Chartering a land
Traipsing through a forest
Like a small Amazon clan.
We'd hike for hours
Off on our own
Not knowing where'd we go.
Back track, and make
Our way back home
Dinner prepared by mother
Racing headlong across the paths
In time for evenings supper
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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