Pagosa Springs Artists

Along Juday Creek

A girl my age, I

don't know her name,

lived across Juday Creek,

and we'd meet to make

clover-flower chains

some hot July days.

 

And when bitter cold

froze the ground, we'd

skate until we couldn't

feel our toes or

noses before

calling it quits.

 

But Dad always was 

ready for more

twirls, whirls and

figure eights

on his skates.

 

first published in Illinois State Poetry Society 

©2015 Bonnie Manion

   

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