Oh, Brother!

Under a trellis of pine and oak
We’d hide with paper towels full
Of Cheerios and freshly filched figs.
The dried up stream bed
Became a deadly swirling river,
And lazy milk cows were the
Bloated, fire-breathing dragons.
You roamed the countryside
With terror encompassing the whites
Of your eyes. Muddy boots aren’t ladylike,
So I retired to reality.