Boys
Running the hills, to
Dive under the trees
Pierced with our shrieks.
We bawled along the woods.
Soft laughing streams
We tripped. Trails whipped
Through nettles, to show
The world our infant mettle.
Away from home, charging
Free, the sky bowed to
The power of our hearts.
Small we stood,
Giants in our minds, strong
To conquer the days.
Imaginations blazed, as we,
Heroes of the Summer,
Merrily raged the hours away.
Copyright © Mark Priestley | Year Posted 2018
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