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
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