Thirteen

We lived up north in Marion Michigan.
Dad drove us five miles to the school bus stop
for the farmland route to Lucas-McBain Christian
down in a wide valley next to the big hill where I skied,
boot straps secured with inner tube strips.
My "Rescue the Perishing" poster with colorful faces
painted on blue background won the mission contest.
Eighth grade ended with a great Mackinac Island day trip.

Back home our family was complete, grateful for baby Cal.
We moved from the brick rambler near the fairgrounds 
to the spacious white house with cupola 
next to a black-topped basement house.
From both homes I found stream banks to explore.


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