We used to go there as kids
To explore
To jump dirt hills on our bicycles
To wage mock wars
Our own little 'Desert Storms'
In the winter time
We'd build forts
As we got older
We'd build bonfires and sip 40ozs
Of dreadful stuff
Like Old English and St Ides
It connected our neighborhoods
Gallup Acres and Lafayette Village
We both called it
The crater
Every neighborhood should have
A place like that
Steep hills, plum trees,
And a hiking trail
That runs to a creek
It was our favorite place to go
When we wanted to let out a holler
Our parents were terribly thankful
When we were our there
Out of their hair
Throwing clogs of dirt at each other in
The crater
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