I Remember

how refreshing

it felt

to be ten in 1952

to wrestle

with friends – play

tag and fire

cap gun noisemakers

much to the chagrin

of our

doting parents.

And to think

that soon I would

rise to the rank

of a Boy Scout from

Cubs thus gaining

status as a maturing boy.

We also enjoyed

riding on bikes

hearing the gravel

make way

for thin rubber tires

and at times

going into a spin

and spilling blood

from bruised

hands – burying

the pain.

Yes indeed - a true test 

of manhood. Oh for more

of those restless days.