I remember the innocence,
The blessed ignorance
of youth,
Kicking a can,
Listening to it thunk, clank, crack, tink and roll
down the street.
I remember the soakers and the
frogs,
The hikes and the logs,
The bikes and my first dog,
What a gift she was.
I remember the fifth hole at St. Davids,
The willows swaying in the breeze,
And the sun beating down.
I remember my mother's touch,
My father's smile,
The smell of four mile creek behind the old General Store,
And I remember a life, less complicated.
Less corrosive to the soul.
