3030 Poetry Challenge -Day 20

Prompt for April 20th: stars

Riding Shotgun

We wore blue jeans
and Converse stars,
rode ‘shotgun’ with our dad.
But we weren’t cowboys
on the look-out for Indians,
just small girls
sat on the bonnet of a big old car,
jumping off to open farm gates and close them behind.
Running wild for six weeks straight,
coming home for food,
sleeping as darkness fell,
waking at dawn.
Camp fires on the beach,
charred sausages in a flat pan,
potatoes burned in flames
and skin burned by sun,
pink-peeling skin,
tight and salt-seasoned.
Tasting memories as they formed.


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