Wild Years
Recall the mountain streams.
Recall the stars and recall the moon
That illuminated the summer nights when you
walked
upon the fallen tree across the water
and wandered off into the woods on the other side,
where all the kids from school used to go and hide,
during Friday nights after the football lights had
faded and the sounds of the marching band still played in our ears.
We were running wild through the years.
We were running wild through the years.
MR
2018-0927
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