On My First Friendship

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

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