The "Sword" Fight

This was something my friends and I used to do a lot when we were younger

Facing each other our sticks are drawn
The sun setting in the distance

-What are we doing here

Clashes of wood on wood
Laughter heard for miles around
Echoing off of the distance hills
I fall to the ground "stabbed" in the heart
Sara's foot is on top of my stomach

Her hands raised up high in the air

She yells, helps me up

-Randomly starts to dance

Attacks the camera that was filming us
We fall to the ground laughing
Knowing that this fun will end
Once Sara leaves to go home