Wooden Swords

Our lives were lived in a fantasy world
Cowboys and Indians, the Masked Marauder.
Forts in trees and king of the hill - 
today you ruled with absolute power,
duels to the death with wooden swords.

Bicycle races and skateboard ramps.
Helmetless daredevils soar through the air.
Victors are chosen by the biggest bruise,
a bloodied nose is a badge of honor.

Shoes too tight and hand-me-down jeans
Raggedy patch on the knee.
No one cared where you lived,
just who can climb the highest tree.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like this and of course relate...we played all of those games when we were younger...played soldier and then grew up hoping not to have to be one in Viet Nam--

had all those fantasies as a kid, and then grew up to find life not a game at all...but wishing much of it were only make believe, and we could suddenly wake up and be 7 years old again.

j.

[James]

Thank you, Jacob. I always appreciate your reviews and comments.