Under The Dock
Ripping open the pantry door
rummaging through, to find the crusty, leftover loaf
My legs trip over each other to get outside
I reach the dock and grip the net laying on the silk like grass
Sitting down on the wooden dock,
the white paint chips away on to my skin
As my feet dangle into the water, I break the bread into tiny pieces
Throwing one into the water, fish swarm to the bread
I squeal as I fleet from the water
Laughing from my shock of how many fish were under my dock
I spot a straggler when I discreetly put my net into the water
Tossing another crumbling piece of bread into the water
I watch as the soggy bread sinks beneath the surface
Planning my sneak attack,
With one fast swipe, my net brushes the slimy scales
I jump up with excitement, holding my first fish of the day.
Backyard Chaos
Corn bags fly into the air
The rowdy crew screams
Without a care
A new game brings in another team
It’s the championship round
My cousins go head-to-head
Everyone and their brother surround
The game begins without a word being said
My dad cheers as he takes the hockey pucks off the grill
The parents holler dinner is ready
But the game is a thrill
And were all sweaty
We run in to scarf down our food
To get back to the corn hole feud.
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