playin in the sun
makin bouquets of dandelions
was the thing to do
all from the yard covered in yellow
with only hints of green
from the stalk
that holds the yellow
building forts on the island
our own little getaway
no harm reaches us here
no rules to abide
no parents to ruin the fun
riding our bikes carelessly
just to feel the wind
slap us in the face
as we pedal faster
on the pothole covered street
hoping it will make us fly
we whisper and squeal in delight
as we enter Nemo's yard
looking for ghosts
and buried secrets
finally using the passage only we know
these times have faded with time
we are grown
no longer hunting ghosts
responsibility upon our shoulders
so we leave it
to our little ones
to pick up where we left off
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