February 16, 2023
As a youth I would roam in the woods with my friends.
We’d build cabins and forts from old logs made of pine.
Life seemed much easier, simpler back then,
Each day an adventure, no reason to whine.
As we got a bit older, we’d sleep overnight
In the woods on a bedroll out under the stars,
With pine straw for pillows, a lantern for light.
Our canteens for water were old mason jars.
We’d talk about life and the places we’d go,
Share stories and tales and the things that we’d heard,
Look up at the stars and the moon with its glow,
Hear sounds of the crickets, the song of a bird.
In my mind I can journey to times in my past.
As I relive the moments, they linger and last.