Transition

Bubbling up from deep within my mind
old memories surface once again
carring me back to my childhood days,
when life was simpler in many way.
Catching crayfish on a hot summer day
under an old broken down bridge.
Watching a doe and her fawn feeding
on a tree studded ridge.
Chickens, ducks and barking dogs,
a sturdy house made out of cement and logs.
We giggled at the fireflys clinging
to the side of an old fruit jar
as we made secret wishes on every falling star.
Faded blue jeans and a golden t-shirt tan,
all these things...are a part
of an age-old metamorphosis...from boyhood
into modern man.

Milo Von Strom