Out across the country lanes
and down into the woods,
these places we would play
for they had all “the Goods”.
It didn’t matter the time of year,
Spring, Summer , Winter or Fall-
we were ready as each one drew near
for we played hard through them all.
Adventures of the highest kind
as we’d run to the chasm again.
We’d swing across on monkey vines,
not walking around it instead.
Our sleds would speed the power lines,
shooting down the treacherous slopes.
Careful to miss the towering pines,
we’d hold tightly to the ropes.
How carefree were our younger days
as I look back across the years.
We spent our youth under sun’s gold rays
and conquered our childhood fears.
Many quests filled these gallant years,
these quests for “the other side”.
Memories like these become more dear
as I sail upon life’s tide.