Kids

The thin pieces of copper lay on the hard pumice filled
rocks
Waiting for us to find them; Pennies
We were kids doing whatever we could to get the
boredom to end in the little town we lived in.
Pigeons were a good past time, we killed them as
sharpshooters with our scopes and daisy bb guns-
We would plink them off the thin wires with glass tops
that looked like bells of crystal, some were green but they
all shattered when you shot at them.
Fossils, look I found one, walking the tracks that lead to
nowhere we found then in the heated days
Crime was something other towns had, we were
protected…
Thanks Dad!