“ Child Memory ” ~ of an escapade ~

 

On a country road

Of craggy landscape

Brings to mind,

A lasting memory

Of years behind,

Tells of a boy

Be five no more,

With corn cob pipe

Said grandpa’s joy,

Tho as gramps snored

Boy made of it a toy…

 

Thus pipe and boy

Ran for laden trees

Whose leaves galore,

Arch rutted road

To frame a wonderland,

Where fairy-tales unfold

To fleeting boyish deeds,

Wants veil escapade’s hold

Where child memory seeds,

Deep in the fallen leaves

Fast asleep he dreams,

Of puffing on grandpa’s pipe!

                                                                        a Huntington tale