I Miss

I miss the days and nights whether sun or rain where I would run through a meadow of tall grass to reach the woods of Elm and Hickory trees where a shallow rippling stream covered limestone rocks beneath a bridge of concrete and iron where my boys and I would play like mountain men, searching for beaver pelts building our small forts to launch attacks from before swinging on ropes we hung from tree limbs trying to be Tarzan until we slowly headed home, searching for fossils along the banks of the stream, until dark our small band of brothers, who thought we were mountain men would always make it home to our mothers who waited for our return with a hot tasty supper made from old recipes handed down these were the days of freedom it all passed so quickly...so quickly