The Voice Issue 29: May/June 2017 - Page 7


Across the Meadow

It wasn't much more than a quarter mile,

so we decided not to drive.

Instead, we raced like children.

She slapped me on the shoulder and took off running.

The words "tag, you're it" rang through the air.

So I chased after her across the meadow that lay

between us and our grandmother's old house.

As the game of tag progressed,

we ran in loops and circles

in order to catch and avoid each other,

making the trip to the cottage much longer

than if we had just walked.

But it was worth it, to be a child with my sister again.

- Abby, St. Albans, VT

Carmella Clark, Essex Jct., VT