Tribute To Youth and the Days Imagination and Boyhood Dreams

Tribute To Youth And The Days Imagination and Boyhood Dreams, Poem One- Inspired by my own youth, also by Mark Twain's, books, "Tom Sawyer" and his, " Adventures of Huckleberry Finn "... To thee of beaming sun, virgin red clay blessedly gifted, born in month of May star of tender heart, rambunctious fires free spirited and full of youth's desires warrior of daily childhood revelry with a small bit of foolish devilry racing as a wild mustang in a race not yet acquainted with calm, style and grace living life as daring mischievous lad with innocent dreams as we all once had. Imbued with brave knight's soul and gallantries set about by monsters of raging seas wading through brambles, forests looming dark boy willing to die young to make a mark ever glad that boring manhood must wait oft victim of accursed human Fate conqueror of great battles, mammoth hills days and nights with buckets of joyous thrills living life as daring mischievous lad innocent dreams as we boys all once had. Bound in chains of sad months of heart break school kept from those great cool and clear flowing pools locked in rooms, to learn writing, art and math so far from well worn forays and true paths yearning to grow to huge savage beasts slay heroes of Olympic games, Shakespeare plays a Hercules, Goliath slayer too flying eager skies in a spaceship new living life as daring mischievous lad innocent dreams as we boys all once had. Born of strength and Zeus-like given powers vigilant as fighters of any hours as captains on voyages through raging seas there with Ox and Paul Bunyan chopping trees or winning hard fought battles, standing tall to enter Valhalla's long golden halls long nights drinking gallons of honey mead not worrying on death or wounds that bleed living life as daring mischievous lad innocent dreams as we boys all once had. Laughing, living as only boys can do running as barefoot heroes without shoes finding ravishing thoughts of pretty girls jumping into lakes of romantic swirls keen to not seek manhood at any cost for so well seen what treasures would be lost praying that youthful days would never end fearing such change and what future portends living life as daring mischievous lad innocent dreams as we boys all once had. To thee of beaming sun, virgin red clay blessedly gifted, born in month of May star of tender heart, rambunctious fires free spirited and full of youth's desires warrior of daily childhood revelry with a small bit of foolish devilry racing as a wild mustang in a race not yet acquainted with calm, style and grace living life as daring mischievous lad with innocent dreams as we all once had. R.J. Lindley, May 10th, 1978 Rhyme, ( The Years Of Youthful Vigor And Mysteries To Be Solved ) Edited and Presented - 7-17-2020