In the Palm: Ch 2 Poem
The Summer of 2008
Summer on Morgan street
filled with endless activities
as I was forced to become
“one of the boys”
due to the lack of girls.
As the sun began to set
cooling that humid night
dirty, rusted bicycles were dragged
from that old shed into the street
and the races began.
My short legs pumped to keep up
struggling to reach the peddles
and keep up with the pack
as I whipped my two wheeled race car
fast around the dark corner.
Instead of being greeted by racers
I saw two beaming headlights instead
and the squealing of brakes ensued
as i tumbled into the grass
still wet from sprinklers.
Freewrite:
ReplyDeleteIt was the summer before fourth grade, and I so dearly looked up to my older brother, now a grown up sixth grader. There were no girls in my neighboorhood, so I became just “one of the boys”. Summer days ran into summer nights, and though my mother was hesitant, she let me stay out because I had my big brother to protect me. As it grew too dark for capture the flag, our bikes were dragged from the old wooden shed, and the races began. Shouting and yelling ensued, as my shorter legs struggled to reach the pedals and keep up with the pack. I whipped around the corner, going much too fast, and was greeted by the harsh headlights of a bright red truck. The squeal of my brakes and the truck’s battled as we both struggled to stop in time. I realized my mistake, and bailed into the grass still wet from the sprinklers ran hours before, and promptly cried, realizing how dire the situation could have been.