My Friend of the Backyard Games
Long summer nights.
Hot sultry days.
These were the times of the backyard games.
Fireflies in jars,
like capturing a night sky full of stars.
Sounds of red rover and “tag your it”.
Cowboys and Indians, bloodcurdling screams
when the Indians won, as they always did.
Midnight secrets of little girls.
Morning laughter, whispers and winks.
Afternoon thrills at the chicken soup races.
Friendship was born.
Years have gone by but love endures.
Always true, forever loyal, you to me and me to you.
My friend of the backyard games.