Periwinkle on the side of the road

elicits childhood memories.

Family hikes on Lewis Mountain,

walking like Native Americans,

heel toe, heel toe.

Fairies hidden under rocks

and in the roots of ancient trees.

Mounds of leaves to jump in

and tall bonfires with smoke

winding through the neighborhood,

marshmallows toasting on sticks.

Bicycle rides from the top

of the street to the bottom,

all with no hands, such

a feeling of freedom!