Boys Club

by - September 15, 2011

Shadowed beneath a ceiling of green, this secret land lies waiting until bell rings and bicycles whirl into it's foliage.  Here, in this magic of hiding, in this make-believe kingdom where they are all kings of a sort, seen as shadows from the north kitchen window.  Here, where neighbours toss the eyed tubers, discarded compost to become a knights potato bomb.  Here, where grasses taste of cucumber, where knees don scars of earth and naked branches become swords.  Here is play as it was intended, in freshness and alfresco imaginings.  Here are best friends.  Here is The Boys Club.

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