salsa
09-08-2008, 02:17 PM
There was a big ditch...
a great canyon of a great muddy ditch,
that ran thru our town. We built a fort
and waited for the kids in the next town
to wander over.
When we saw their ballcaps weaving in
the glare of a Georgia high noon sun,
moving closer, we crouched down and
gripped our pre-made mud balls.
As the battle escalated, we (and they)
went from throwing mud balls to mud balls
with small rocks inside to just throwing
rocks. The rocks got bigger and bigger
until someone finally got hurt. Then we
ran home and told our mothers it was
the other kids that started it. We made
our case well and settled in on bean bags
for a relaxing afternoon of eating ice cream
and brownies and watching cartoons.
Reflecting on the art of war
~s
a great canyon of a great muddy ditch,
that ran thru our town. We built a fort
and waited for the kids in the next town
to wander over.
When we saw their ballcaps weaving in
the glare of a Georgia high noon sun,
moving closer, we crouched down and
gripped our pre-made mud balls.
As the battle escalated, we (and they)
went from throwing mud balls to mud balls
with small rocks inside to just throwing
rocks. The rocks got bigger and bigger
until someone finally got hurt. Then we
ran home and told our mothers it was
the other kids that started it. We made
our case well and settled in on bean bags
for a relaxing afternoon of eating ice cream
and brownies and watching cartoons.
Reflecting on the art of war
~s