BOYHOOD

There goes that Gene Autry

song once more –

Back in the Saddle Again

on a hit parade of memories

when boys sought out

a hero or two

with Roy Rogers 
one of them too.

Those cap-gun days of glory

when neighbourhood girls were

claimed as ladies in distress

young damsels

who captured our hearts too.

And moms and dads patient

with our glorious quests

as we blasted bandits -- 
cap  guns

blazing -- feet a-stompin’

across hallway floors.

Those days are gone but

not the memory

of eyes fixated on our duty

to save our town from evil ones.

Sometimes when I think

about those good ole days

I stand in bold intent

and let go with a loud Yahoo!

(c) 2018 Richard L. Provencher