Skating

16 Nov

My big sister had a pair of

rusty, old skates

and I had none,

so

we shared them.

And when we were out

together

the noise we made

would set your teeth on edge.

Up and down the garden path

we’d trundle,

out the gate

and round and round the lamp post.

Sometimes the wheels

in need of oil

would jarr

and send us flying

but we persevered.

When teatime came

we’d clatter home

knees grazed

as, collectively,

the neighbours sighed relief

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