Once, long ago at about age six
I took off following some old tracks
deep into the sand dunes along Lake Michigan
for the better part of a day;
When my frantic mother
finally found me
she implored of me, why would I
do such a horrible thing;
I saw no horror in it at all, and
did not understand how I could ever have done otherwise
than to follow my adventurous heart
into the wild;
I have been doing it
ever since,
the child in me
shall never stop searching.
Keep searching man, but let our loved ones know where you are. Good write
We are all children at heart - and why not, its far more fun than being grown up! Good one Smoky.
Keep searching for your dream, you just made a very early start in life, A lovely write,
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lovely write which stirred nostalgia in visions and memories...(your poor mum must of been beside herself :)) i must say your tracks set picturesque views in my mind of shiny golden place where as my railroad escapades were all grey and green.... let hope the child in all of us remains...tyvm karen