I used to have an old man as a neighbor who would tell us a story about wild geese flying over a lake. He told us every summer back when the only thing you had to worry about was breaking in your baseball glove and the only pain around were bee stings and scraped knees but the old man knew what flower to pick and rub on them to make them feel better. Come to think of it, I don’t remember the story anymore, but I bet I could find the flower in his backyard.
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Wild geese and scraped knees.
Posted in short shorts, tagged baseball, flower, summer, wild geese on May 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
