THAT OLD TIRE

Down the hill it went.  Faster and faster,

From the meadow top to its bottom,

Spun that old rubber tire round and round.

Curled inside was one very small boy

With his knuckles white, screaming and laughing

While clinging tightly to its inside rim:

One half scared, the other half a gleeful bliss

As he plunged downward, rolling ever swifter.

That old tire rolled to a stop some fifteen feet

Inside a downhill thicket

Where the boy tumbled out upon the ground,

Ignoring the small bruises and scratches,

Joyfully shouting of his extreme pleasure.

He cries out, “May I try that again?!”

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