in the cemetery
an abundance of hazel nuts
© Rachel Green 2019
summer afternoon
the long walk home from school
climbing the sandy banks
adjacent to the pavement
picking clover flowers for mum
ants running through our fingers
dandelion heads
leaking sticky milk over our hands
and the taunt
"you'll wet the bed tonight"
somehow we knew it was a diuretic
but not how it worked.
daring each other to touch
the red hot pokers
in an old lady's garden
then resting in the shade
of the massive oak on Tanner's Lane.
racing past the Dasher's house
lest Pete the Bully threaten us
with bodily harm
up the hill to Mrs Morris' farm
where the chickens cooed and clucked
and finally home
old iron gates painted green
an the smile of a dog to greet us.
© Rachel Green 2019
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