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Wild Boy
I am from the oak trees,
the determined mosquitoes and gnats,
the bloody scrapes on my knees.
I am from the woods behind my Grandma’s house,
frolicking with my cousins,
not knowing what time we need to be in.
I am from a rubber ball,
inflated for maximum enjoyment
orange, green, brown, black and white.
I am from the hoop in my driveway,
the wet grass that I grew up on,
was once old, is now new.
I am from the numbing water and the waves,
the sun beating down,
the sunscreen in my eyes.
I am from my boat on Pewaukee Lake,
the skis and the innertube,
dragged behind like a kid at the dentist.
I am from the pool,
water volleyball and basketball,
entertaining pool games.
I am from family vacations,
badgering my parents to get up,
to cease relaxing and play with me.
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