We raced down the slope
Faster and faster on our bikes
Peddling harder and harder
With every breath
Who won, who lost
Didn't matter
Finally stopping at our spot
The end of the trail
A cliff overlooking
Vast farmlands
With bundles of haystacks
Lined up below
Almost within our reach
We rested a while
Kicking our bikes to the sides
Catching our breaths while
Watching the sunset
Then we dared one another
To jump down on the haystacks
All of us ended up jumping
With laughter in the air
And hay in our hair
Just boys being boys
-C.A.
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