The wind wisps through my hair
Green grass all around that is handled with care
Walking along that sidewalk that cut through the lush grass
Hearing the 'tap tap' of my feet as I pass
Coming to the center of the long walk
Where the two man-made lakes meet with each a dock
Remembering the time of our friends there
Playing all the games like truth or dare
On the dock to the one side sitting on all together
With the wind and light rain, bad weather
We all sat with the water bottle in the center
Having one kid as our guided mentor
Watching the water in the lake splash and whisk
I spun the bottle at last, taking the risk
As it finally stopped I followed its point
The guy that it landed on was not a disappoint
Not wanting the three second rule to end
I finally let go and apprehend
Laughing and talking with friends as everyone had their shot
We left when the down pour came, the dock, and our spot
A fond memory it was of the laughter and fun
Of our game that is still not finished and undone
I walk on this day, past the very same place
Laughing at the memory when he hit first base
