by Robert Cooper

Created on: August 31, 2008

Tripping down a trail, my comrades true and tried,
Swinging on a vine we cut to get to the other side;
Gather up the wild grapes, our secret food you know,
It might be another hour,til we get where the wild plums grow;

Finally we arrive, a special place indeed,
We feast on our spoils, rehash our adventure,
And have everything we need;

After a while, we're back on the trail,

To continue our adventure exciting;
It's getting hot now, let's head for the creek,
Whose waters are flowing inviting;

Who'll be first to slide on the slippery slide,
The rocks are smooth and lightning fast,
The splash marks the end of the ride;

Swimming the creek and fishing some too,
The hours had soon slipped away;
Deep from the woods and out to Jones Rd,
We must be home by the end of the day;

Facing my dilemma with darkness at bay,
Through the woods is a shortcutI'll be O.K.
Now down the trail it's darker,moving quickly as I go;
I heard a loud "CRACK", it's chasing me you know!

My P.F. Flyers are going faster and faster,
To fall at this moment would be a disaster;
Then up ahead a small flicker of light,
A little bit further and I'll be safe for the night;

Out of the woods, flying in the back door,
My Mom says,"suppers ready, don't get mud on my floor.
Then as usual my Mom had to say,
"I'm glad you're home did you have a nice day?"

Then I turned and smiled and said,"It was O.K.

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