Thursday, September 10, 2020

The tramp

The wind swirls in my back yard.

The sun heats up the tramp.

The hose squirts cold water at me and my brothers.

Jumping on the wet tramp I go higher.

The wind blows me over  the water.

I jump and then the hose hits me in the face.


The hose  squirts cold water like swimming in the Lake.


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