Little Boys

The park an open field, little boys Wide-eyed anticipation - much joy, Mysteries of the grass and dirt awaits Unable to control selves at gate Imagination vividly before Running, laughing, falling some more, A big bug is seen crawling yonder Lingering, small lads watch in wonder Adults find it hard to understand As they yell to issue a command, "Stop," "Don't go," "Do as I say - sit down." Sitting - until awaited friend found Up they jump - running "far far" away- To the next tree where it's safe to play, Another world comes to little minds As each new treasure they do find Occasional preoccupation In quiet, secret contemplation Thinking about last night's video And, how to become like the hero Trees to climb; holes to dig; explore Future scientists on earth's floor, Mixing soils and bugs with nearby sand Oh! Me! Little boys, look at your hands! To the water faucet - a new game Clean but smelly; more fun just the same, The present so precious - fleeting fast Tomorrow's opportunities vast Today - run after the butterfly Find the make-believe rabbit in sky, Climb, climb higher, run faster than wind, God bless and keep you, my little friends.