Ribbons of gleeful mirth
danced in the air
curled around our ears
and tangled in our hair..
Floating over the fence
that failed to hold us in
they hovered over the blades
where the merry crickets sing..
And flickering past the giants
that filtered the mellow light
they chased us down the hill
weaving…
with our hoots of delight.
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