84/100 days of summer Poetic Asides and Poetic Bloomings

Like Adventurous Children

Children like adventure, to roam and wander.

W hen we were little we’d venture through hills

A nd woods and come upon no-trespassing signs

N ailed to trees or hanging on fences. We weren’t

D isturbed because many acres were free to

E xplore. To country kids, creeks, vines, trees and

R ocks were like playgrounds were to town kids. 

 

Kids like to go here and there and where

W onders await. For endless hours, we

H ad fun climbing, swinging, sliding until

E xhausted. We’d soar in pretend jets and

R ockets and fight villains, monsters and

E vil men to protect our part of the woods—

Woods where we were allowed—always.

A t times we’d be enticed by the forbidden,

L ike a decrepit house surrounded by

W eeds, a hidden monastery or other

A ssorted private properties. But we knew

Y ou got in enough trouble even where we were

S upposed to be. We knew, firsthand, it was so.

So we stuck to where we were welcome. I

W ish, in this life, we’d remember to

E ngage in the opportunites our

L oving God has for us. At times we stay too

C lose to the fences, not venturing out.

O beying His no-trespassing signs, we

M ight have more fun and adventure

E xploring all of the wonders He offers.