Dashing through the tall green stalks
naked as a child
The thrills of a hide and seek, by now
had magnified her . . .

Wild!

The corn raised high , five feet in height
. . .and there in the rows, little naked beaux,
on purpose, would appear!
Seemingly, very, very eager, I’d say, and extremely

Cavalier!

Popping up, crouching down
A bum behind the ears!
A glimpse of skin...
all squealed, giggling; Oh! the naturalness of . . .

Sin!

Running swift, darting figures
In a maize with all the boys,
Saying, "ha ha ha! , You’ll never catch me!"
...and then off in a flash she . . .

Ploys!

They stalked and shouted, with an air about ‘um,
begging breathless, capricious calls,
"Hey, where did you go, little girly?
"Oh!. . .Yoo-hoo boys! You can’t see me, but, man. . . I can see

Ya ’all’s!"

After awhile, too long, too silent,
no coup d’ oeil d’ girl!
The boys, they jest, surrendering, dressed,
"Bet she went wee, wee, wee, all the way back to

Home!

But, she didn’t . . .
Nope, no sir-ee bob!
That there, little naked girly girl, was very quite concealed . . .
Row, row, rowing in her little red row boat in the middle of that

Field!

Copyright 2007
Kimmy Van Kooten