Childhood Poem by Juan Olivarez

Running barefoot, in the month of May,
Rain clouds racing by.
Nice and cool early in the day,
Underneath a steel grey sky.

Jumping in puddles along the road,
Splashing your best friends.
Chasing ribbon snakes and toads,
Running up and down the bend.

Taking a swim in the caliche pit,
As the sun peeks overhead.
Skimming stones for a little bit,
Till our skins were glowing red.

Racing around free as a breeze,
No worries to bring us down.
Doing exactly as we pleased,
Being one with the sky and the ground.

11/29/10 Alton Texas