Through days of youth I’d wander
Every location a spot of wonder
Country roads to somewhere
Dirt trails to nowhere
Fishing poles, swimming holes
Best friend by my side
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Together we crawled, walked, ran, stumbled
Certain by life we’d never be humbled
Racing Pell Mell through fields of wheat
Playing ball in the dusty street
Sleep overs, camping trips
Paper planes, toy ships
Corn mazes, square dances, carnivals, clowns
Childhood laughter, occasional frowns
Knowing together we could conquer all
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Through forests of oak, pine, cedar
Every moment of joy we’d seize her
Climb to a hayloft full of mystery
In ramshackle barn full of history
Roll in straw, laugh, jump, play
Revel in each other every day
Search under rocks for slimy slugs
Chase elusive lightning bugs
Laugh at their light in a jar
Transporting us to fantastical places afar
Certain someday we’d go there together
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Hide and seek
Sneak a peek
Ollie, Ollie, oxen free
Come out here so we can see
Treehouses, blanket forts, tents
Seeking out tomorrow’s little hints
We walked to school together
In warmth, cold, rain, any weather
Kicking at cans, talking about a shared future
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Our first date was a double in dad’s old car
Our first kisses in opposite seats so near, so far
Flushed faces, fumbling, heat, red cheeked shame
Trying to solve mystery without inherent blame
We dropped off the girls and went to the river
Drank snuck beers, laughed, clapped, shivered
Not knowing that youth is not forever
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Then came that day when final exam was done
Walked down graduation aisle, our day in the sun
I went away to collge, you went off to war
Slowly letters dropped off then there came no more
Our days never meant to end
Slipped away on errant wind
Too busy too keep in touch
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I heard today you met your end a hero
Neath the guns of a Japanese Zero
Truly I wish we had not lost touch
My heart rends, I miss you so much
I’ll walk again that old country lane
On your grave I’ll place a ball, a ship, a plane
Just please forgive me for not being there
Your every triumph or defeat to share
Someday we’ll see each other again
This I pray… I love you my friend
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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Comments (1)
This was so heartbreaking. Loved your poignant poem!