Adventure
We would hitch our skirts up to our knees
and our heavy boots splashed in puddles
so briefly as we stampeded home.
And as we pulled our knee-high boots off,
uncurling our toes and spreading them by the fire,
I wish we had gathered small muddy droplets
up the length of our ivory shins -
I wish we could care less
and get a little more grubby in the name of adventure.
By Samantha Rose
Written on Sunday 13th January, 2013 at 22:01
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