Royce

The first time I thought of him His name was playing shortstop; Too few siesta’s spent, he’s found eighteen. Stingy Time did swiftly pass us forth, Spinning nurture, spanning missteps, Till foundation definition was writ soul-side. Sparkling child, Number One, All expectations overthrown Set the mold against the measure No one can meet, nor treasure find, To manifest such precious boy, Announcer of next family tone. Since crawling days no motor Stopped the quest for dinosaurs and sharks. Pets for none, terror for most, Hardly fodder for a lesser lad, As he pursued magnificent fiendish friends At intensity predicting future scope. Relentless, that full pursuit, the intrepid ‘tween Dog-chased antiquities' cold blooded beasts And much maligned circling jaws of wet death. High School contributed a Docent step, To hear, close beside, bold lion roar at feeding time. No tremble there, nor sweating palm, just awe-filled chill Affirming joy in long sought thrills Replaced with focused urgent yearning, Bent to learn to read the fearful roar as script Acknowledging coexistent travels ‘round stale Earth’s ailing wonder grounds, Emulating lost garden’s destiny Divine. And so, forthwith, traveling north to Lumberjack U. to accelerate in craft, Prized manhood horizon near at hand, We’ll follow unabatedly our rising squire As, pursing lip to coronet, coaxing contemplative calm, He envisages trumpeting Eden’s second dawn.