Today's prompt asked us to go back to when we were eight years old.
When I was Eight
Neighborhood kids
ponied up
legs thrown over Schwinn steeds
Grabbed stick rifles
and shiny toy six-shooters
Then rode hard
to the end of Mooberry
Street.
In that empty lot of rutted
paths,
Ohio burdock our
tumbleweed,
white vs. black hats played
out
Choosing sides
shooting and dodging
dying and surviving
practicing right and wrong
Lessons
preparing us for life.
