Oh yes, we did

This posting is a true story poem about an activity we invented as children. Aunt Sylvia still lives on top of that hill were we ran wild and free....oh yes, we did.

Gravel Driveway

Rocky, dusty gravel driveway,
Long, steep, and rough, I might say,
My aunt's house high upon the hill,
Her mailbox at the bottom still,
When we were young, we called it fun,
To time how long it took to run,
To get the mail and back again,
Always excited to see who would win,
To you it might sound really lame,
But there was a catch to this old game,
There were no shoes allowed you see,
We ran barefooted, wild and free,
Our small brown feet were mighty tough,
Upon the gravels, sharp and rough.

written: 4/24/2016 Tammy Harvey