Orchard Village
Back then, we were free
range kids, our lives
unfettered by adult
supervision.
At only 6, we walked
in pairs to the town pool,
a quarter mile through fairy
tale woods,
rode bikes to the little
league field. The only
grownups there were coaches.
We climbed old apple trees
up to the slenderest creaky
limbs, watched the game
from our high perch. No one
told us to come down.
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What a lovely memory of how it used to be. Love how the lines break and keep this moving from one well-rendered moment to the next. Great ending!
well constructed
slant rhyme at the end
like the nostalgic feeling
I love all the details, the smooth narrative and especially the ending.
I was talking to someone who had a tracker on all her kids – a sad sign of the times. I remember my mother shooing us out of the house in the morning and telling us to be home by supper. Off on our bikes we went!
You’ve unlocked some powerful memories. Thank you.