stalking each other through the woods
left to right - right to left looking,
not so long ago we were there with
our mates in discourse and action,
pretending an older man, not what
we wanted to become no doubt
later discovering - truth and justice
were as real and as pure as the
thoughts we convey through actions,
young soldiers of backyard wars
fought in empty lots, undeveloped
any need for homes - treehouses
and underground bunkers we built
a fun-filled summer of dirty clothes,
campfires and tents - eating meals
cooked with mess kits, wooden
utensils and foolish, childish laughter,
borne out by the mystique of war,
we were invincible target of fun,
blue jean, t-shirt, and tennis shoe
we spent from dawn to duck and
sometimes more when not raining,
cowboys and Indians too, even when
it mattered not who one might be,
changing and flip flopping throughout
the warm days, spiders and snakes we
seldom saw in our makeshift habitats.
October 29, 2025
No comments:
Post a Comment