Right of Passage
A young boy,
Maybe 14,
Stands proud and smiling,
Knee deep in water,
After his first time swimming across
The river rapids.
I miss the days
When such small things
Were such enormous adventures.
Copyright © Dean Marais | Year Posted 2015
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