"The Jaggers"

At the road’s curve, an undeveloped lot
our motley cohort christened “the jaggers”.
That’s where our wild possibilities were set
to messy tangles of weed and briar.

Come spring, our mouths and fingers spotted stain
proving berries pleasures by the bleeding.
Come winter, snowballs parceled the terrain
with kingdoms won and lost to annexing.

Nothing that flourished there clung to order;
yet owner proved indifferent to that
knowing adult hands could alter its state.
But we were children and we did not see
what natural choices would disappear
in developments of maturity.