His Boyish Heart

the child walks down north avenue the world around him are hues of autumn he knows every crack and crevice of the sidewalk he has made this trek a thousand times home from roosevelt school in wykagyl passing the time dreaming boyish dreams of traveling to far away strange and wonderful places of knowing people like her she was as beautiful as summer sunshine soft voice embracing the heart with her tender notions her face fills his mind with the softest of smiles to know someone like her a lifetimes treasured hope the little bridge over the stream autumn sunlight through the tall trees kicking his way through the fallen leaves remembering them as they stirred of their own mind in late summer nightfall breeze the golden hue of these northern woods leaves now entices his thoughts to those of halloween and christmass to snowballs and roaring fires in the fireplace his family home decorated and filled with laughter's joy twinkling lights so bright and glorious he comes to the last hill and home footsteps fall quickly now to his front door to his room and toys hidden and happy home sweet home once again from his window he dreams of running in the snowfall of tasting the first stirring of spring a world of wonders to his boyish heart