I Remember

 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.