Savannah Warner Where the Curly Haired Boys Run

Where the Curly Headed Boys Run Savannah Warner

On the corner of S Lake Michigan Dr And W Niagara St There sits a stone wall A stone wall that holds memories Kids arguing The start of a friendship Watermelon dripping The start of lunch 7 kids become a family Where the boys run We follow Down the beach Feet splashing through the shore To a sand dune High above the clouds Climbing and crawling to the top Flipping and flopping back on down Where the boys run We follow Back to the stone wall Flames are flying Smores are roasting Breeze is blowing Sun is setting In a circle, we are compiled From a birds-eye view, it’s

Curly hair that springs each way 3 are blonde 3 brunette 1 is right in the middle Sometimes there has been one extra A special someone But not one of the seven No matter the number We love one another Just like we love the lake All are watching The fire burn The smoke rises to The dark sky is filled With tiny specks of burning light What a beautiful starry night Where the boys run We follow