The school bell rings
And we go out to play
Wrestling through the door
At the crest of the day.
The sun twinkles through
The leaves of the trees
And the birds are floating
In the afternoon breeze.
The cool, crisp air
Bites at my cheeks
And I’m still inside
Hearing you shriek.
And you run to the shed,
I appear in the light,
And you save me a seat
On a tandem bike.
By Rebekah Wright