Childhood

Childhood

The joy of childhood and an old river are

a perfect match whose memories have come and

gone like a wisp of smoke.  The laughter of

running through cornfields toward a destination

is clear and honest to those that can still hear.

Rapturous love of the moment that can never

be shared lest the dream will disappear as quietly as time.

 

Four little boys with eternity in their pockets

and fresh from the night's dreams hasten

their step toward adventure and the ghosts

of those before them...to be free and open

to wondrous things that go bump in the

night..to see with their eyes the wonderment

of life and not to dwell to long on yesterday.

 

The river awaits them with pirate rafts, Grand

Cooley Dams, and lazying about doing absolutely

nothing...blond hair and freckles and perfectly

naked they plunge in the cool water and drift

down with the current knowing around each

bend is unforeseen glories of conquest and

fears to be overcome while diving to the bottom to hide.

 

A small fire riverside, an old fry pan fresh with

fish becomes ambrosia to these little gods of

life as they feast and talk of future endeavors

which change by the minute for their future is

but minutes away....to be there again, to caress

the tenderness of youth and be them again

forever...little boys and a magical river.

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