the land of don’ts

a land laying behind

where we never

scuffed our shoes

shot the cat

killed the hours cussing

swearing blood oaths

shoplifting penny sweets

wondering what it was

girls had we didn’t

playing knock down ginger

running running running

building bonfires

trying to fly

caped hatted cowboy gun’d

plinked bottles air guns rifles

feathered bow & arrowed

shooting the moon

building dams on the river

catching fish crabs

line & hooks we’d made

bicycles in the woods

picnics bread jam water

feasting as kings

full to the brim

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