This new innocence
is not the innocence of my sixty years ago
of what is gone
Just what does the child of today
not know about?
green creek side ,fishing days
sun washed water play
building forts with left over cinder blocks
sailing ships with sheets and old crates
how about building a bicycle from left over parts
having your very own chicken ?
cooking spam on a flattened can
over the little scamp fire
our indian camp we made
deep in the gully behind the house
old tarp wigwam
bows and arrows ,war paint
out the door at sunrise ,on the go
not back till sundown , but you call us
we came running
mama always knew what was up
girls were a mystery behind the vale
only slowly sweetly found
first the best of friends for ever
the princes in our enchanted world
They are innocent now
of a safe and loving world
close around
no larger than a little town
the young now
,sit on the wide screen edge
of all the nasty business of the world
not moving ,staring into this ugly light
child hood has been sold
there is a new innocence
Childhood play of long ago with young dreams so well described in this tribute to innocence. A fine read.