~ A Special Place ~
Home alone and much too young
My brothers six, and I was seven
Too poor to pay a sitter's fee
We're watched by those from Heaven
How fun to wait till mom is gone
Then climb high in the trees
No one to scold or tell us no
We did just what we pleased
The river ran just past the field
Where mean old bulls were kept
Carefully we ventured past
Not to wake them as they slept
It didn't matter much to us
Whether sunshine or of rain
We loved to play along the banks
We had many different games
At times we found baby frogs
Or caught butterflies in a jar
It was our secret wonderland
Imagination took us far
Then one rainy afternoon
My brother stepped on broken glass
I carried him the whole way home
He was losing blood real fast
Dad came home and saw the wound
And the looks upon our face
We all knew the end had come
No more ventures to our place
My brother healed and so our tush
After taking quite a spanking
Looking back, so lucky we
And our lucky stars still thanking
!!!
By Marlys
© 2008 Marlys
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