Venturous journies as a child when the world had seemed so new,
All we thought of at the time was what our hearts saw true.
Kaleidoscopes of vivid dreams still funneled in our minds,
Bedazzling when treachery and stress did not confine.
Running with the "Bad News Bears", we traced the neighborhood-
Conjuring our does and dares, not ever up to good.
We'd congregate up in the tree when rains would come to fall,
And flounder when we hear the ringing of that dinner call.
Building spaceships in the gloom, unfurled in sheets of white-
As flashlights flicker room to room, beneath the starry night.
Recalling times within our youth, we'd bundle packs of brew-
Then run into the woods with it, and babble like a zoo.
Coming home to mom and dad {still rolling at the tongue},
Grounded for forever was the sentence that was hung.
That's just a little insight to the freckled wonder years,
Jostling with ageing as we shared our joys and tears.