Marydale
(Summer ride)
The first hills went so-so, up-down; I re-
member that ride, that trip on green plastic
seats. We all would wait for just that. When we
felt it coming, a wave grew; up and quick-
ly, like a roller-coaster. We knew
there were three (was it four?), so it would repeat
and you had to be patient. And if you
did not know this, you fell out (one more beat).
(Incidentally, we also made marsh-
mellows burn, sank canoes, lost friends, and all
the other camp stuff that…well, it’s too harsh
to say it; so soon done by the cold fall).
But on our long ride, the bus trip there,
I learned to love it, that brief and bright scare.
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Low Key miss riding the bus