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we’d spurt beside the water

chasing turtles, slinging stones

we’d listen to the wind

inviting the trees to tango,

whirling fallen leaves

we’d climb upon the roof

witness the world from above,

then plunge into the soft grass

letting go the boredom of getting caught

we’d bait our hooks with worms

fishing until the sun died beyond the dam,

grab our dinner by the gills,

and stuff ourselves from fin to fin

we’d ride in the bed of the truck

sliding from the gravel road,

catching bugs in our faces

we’d sleep under the stars of blue

while time slackened to a memory’s pace

we’d remember that place

for the rest of our lives,

the castle on the lake

and its king and queen