under cotton clouds and open blue sky– felt so gazelle to run wild screaming and yelling like banshee trotting in circles tilting the head side to side with circling eyeballs the skin tanning brown as islanders freckles and missing teeth skinned knees were a badge outdoor kids - sun-babies siestas in tree forts to be cooped up in the house was cruel and unusual we often played the game that a grass covered hill behind the house was a sun lit mountain racing up to reach the summit first that high place as kings and queens while the slow pokes wrestled rolling around tickling to take the crown– we had a blast more than a boatload of monkeys but only if the royals didn’t over inflate their heads as the monarchs fitted with the dandelion crown then we would roll down the hill and try to stand up quick looking loopy 4.9 10/8 © Brian Peter Hodgkinson
Loopy Royals
16
Apr