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Walking to School
by
Frances Mackay
I step outside the wire gate
into another world,
bag slung on my shoulder,
I'm on my way to school.
There's me 'n' Sam, 'n' Billy
who lives down the road,
ready for adventures
along the well worn path.
Winter sun is sparkling
as we make our way,
cobwebs, prism spangled,
festoon fences wet and gray.
Peppercorn branches capture
our voices in whispering leaves.
We are secure in a secret world
of private make-believe
as we search for treasure -
A Golden Boomerang -
time has no meaning
until the school bell rings.
Three country kids
playing along the road,
polishing our apples,
not hurrying to school.
Frances Mackay (c) 2004
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