Oh, Grand Youth!

boys-playing

Oh, grand youth!
Those woods were a wonder,

drawing footprints with sticks
we told our mothers
we saw bigfoot;

we drifted the pond and
fed the ant hill the sticks,

those woods were summer’s
home to a boy

now grown. I stand
at the edge and
wonder again

if bigfoot visits any other
boys in this wood, or

who drifts the pond, or
feeds the ants

Oh, grand youth!
Those woods were a wonder.

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