Stick Fencing
Two sticks by the oak
Trimmed and prepared for battle
On a grassy knoll
On the playing field
With one hand behind our backs
Sticks cross left to right
In the round we dance
The fields sway, trees clap their hands
We duel and laugh
(Caleb and I playing in the front yard when he was 4 years old. Now we duel with
wooden and plastic swords.)
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