Our family walks are always interesting...
We raced along
sticks stuffed in back
of trailing grubby shirts
dust flying up
as feet kicked rocks
along the path of dirt
“Hurry!” we cried
much faster now
air sucked in quick and deep
lungs bursting over distance
the trail becoming steep
The shadow we were chasing
was flitting in and out
of gnarled and broken tree trunks
then “Quickly!” with a shout
we pounced and drew our swords
blades waving in the air
“Come out from where you’re hiding!
Come out from under there!”
And out he crept from darkness
held beneath a rock
great size and sudden hairiness
enough to give a shock
swords pointed bravely forward
ready for a fight
then “BOO!” came from that shadow
Dad laughing at our fright.
