Being a Kid
Biking home from town,
I ride down a hill.
The street is empty,
no cars, no people.
It is a nice long hill.
I begin to swerve from
one side of the street
to the other. The breeze
is cool on my cheeks,
the sun is bright, the sky
is blue. Am I 67 or 10?
I don’t care!
I ‘m Happy!
bd burton, 10/23/25
