Aronimink
Friends hit the woods
we post, or scout.
Trading stick for stone,
or just tearing about.
Folks‘ hot cuz
foot soles
wearing out.
At leisure, we treasure,
run free, no doubts.
Season-proof,
girls allowed.
A keep the faith
continuation-vowed.
then…
Social warp,
tumult inherent.
Taunt, insult,
show no merit.
It ceased, our world.
Learned cruelties, manifold.
I felt we let him down,
it felt nothing short of cold.
Childhood trespass,
In conscience compounds
One breath’s
weighted words, a sunlight crown.
”Woods without end.”
Surely our dream we’ll prove?
Propelled, and prevented
by youthful need to impugn.
