Down The Hills

Down the hills with you,
I want to run in wild spirits
and shout.
Read treasure maps,
Clean and cursed
Smearing dirt o'er our faces,
Mimicking pirates.

Above roofs to share
Lunch and dinner
and hear Freddie echo
'Ga-ga' over the radio
Humming in sync,
Biting of bread
Jammed with
Peanut butter.

I want you by oath
Never to leave my side.
Hold me in your arms,
And call me "BROTHER "