Monday, September 5, 2016

I've decided---I will not chance to...grow up! Amen!

 
“Little” Boys & Unicorns
 
Pollywogs and feathered finches and cowboy-hero flashes
A worn cigar box cache of secret-prizes treasured-stashes
 
Cowboy hat and jeans, western shirt and boots at five
Blazing two-gun six-shooters borned curiosity alive
 
Atop the weathered corral’s wooden fence with trusty rope in hand
Grampa’s farm the scene for “Dreamer”-boy’s heroic justice-stand
 
Bittersweet---Little “men” grow up to learn the ways of time and space
Bicycles! Girls! Baseball! Girls! Cars! Girls! Each finds a suited place
 
One fine day as protective-sentinel over love’s progeny-child
Rekindled curiosity reborn to stir again the dormant spirit-wild
 
“We rode horses some back then,” he allows the attentive student
Embellishing imagination’s truth, “My silver unicorn was prudent.”
 
Wide-eyed intent the willing child inquired, “What color was it? Pops!”
“Silver! Girl!” He answered proud. “Could easy fly the mountain tops.”
 
Butterflies and meadow larks escaped afore the little lady’s thunder-steed
Across the swell on down the swale over jumps absent “good sense” heed
 
Appropriate to “excellence” brought equestrian and horse complete as one
Proud Papa observes festivities in Love-warmth soft as golden comfort-sun
 
Pounding forward! Here she comes! Smile dazzles! Pony tail dances!
Soars ’ore a jump nearby, “Com’ on! Pop! Dare you try your chances!”
 
No challenge rejected! No gauntlet thrown ignored! He saddled up!
Joined her then, cross hill and dale; “Whoop!”-“Holler!” like a pup
 
After a fine time of pleasure-fun they cooled-out their noble friends
Un-tacking at the stable, an “adult”-interloper tried to cold water send
 
“You old fool! You should know better! You’re too decrepit to ride!”
“Join me on my unicorn! We’ll fly the moon and take a rainbow slide!”
 
A derisive “Humph!” concluding “Idiocy!” confessed a lack of understanding
Fantasy-free creative-imagination soars a spirit-wild from evil “contrabanding”
 
Pollywogs and feathered finches and cowboy-hero flashes
A worn cigar box cache of secret-prizes treasured-stashes


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