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.

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