Dare Devils

September 24, 2007

I remember hearing Mother yell

“ they’re going to kill themselves”

as we counted down to “ LET GO”

and we did,

because we were fearless

and we would live forever.

We rolled, like rocks, downhill

Whipping whiteness

The world in spin

And the eerie silent roar

Of the wind

Mixed with laughter and shrieks

As we ended up in a gasping pile

At the bottom of the hill.