Duck.....Duck.... Goose

Watching lightning bugs flicker past hidden castles of imagination
The boys and girls play their London Bridge’s games all day
Then lay in the tall grass, never minding the mosquitos in childlike fascination
Of the way the wind blows the blossoms from trees like snow
Or how tiny kittens suckle up to momma cats and softly mew with satisfaction
Constructing the patchwork maze of chalk to hop skip and jump while laughing
Giant refrigerator boxes to drag home for a Lemon-aid stand Corporation
Catching butterflies only to set them free and kicking legs back in forth on swings
Sun burns that marked the edges of youthful, free spirited exuberation
Blowing bubbles to chase and pop, spinning in dizzying circles like a shiny top  
Building sandcastles with moats of mud for Tonka Truck tires of destruction
Hearing the music from three blocks away and racing to find a few coins for ice-cream cone
Pirate leading mates on secret treasure hunts with absolute X-marks the spot concentration
Swimming holes, climbing trees, hide and seek, staying out til lights come to life on poles
In our adult state we still have our youth in mind  ..our memories sweet orchestration
Flying like the wind on my purple bike;  Spring , Summer , Winter or Fall, fondly  I reminisce it all.
Watching lightning bugs flicker past hidden castles of imagination.