Fifteen

Back and forth from town to town
Making new friends once again
Selling the house, moving by
One load. Many trips over
The six hour ride. I was fifteen

I cried, said my good bye
At all three of my parties
Many surprises that never seemed
To work until the last night
The fourth of July. I was fifteen.

We drove to the dock for the
Fire work celebration ten minutes
From home and little did I know
About what was in side as we
Followed that “rabbit.” Surprise I was Fifteen.

Paige Hunt