The Rush 1953 Trailing behind my big brother, his boasting friends into the dark wood the edge of a deep ravine oaks sporting thick grape vines strongest and best for swinging Tattletale Johnny hears me Your baby sister’s sneaking— Snickers We’ll goad her into swinging. She’s too small, a scaredy-cat,
Bravo!
proud of that young me!
You showed them! Way to go on swinging
They were so mean!! But yes, I did.
Of course you did it!
You chased, chose a chance to fly...
May all girls be free.