Boys' Adventure with Nature
Dr Abe V Rotor
I remember the last time I cast a fishing line,
and caught a fish, big in the measure of a boy's scale,
bigger now in my old age, still fresh and divine.
I imagine myself one of the boys in the scene climbing.
I remember the last time I scaled a precipice,
and traced the source of the waterfall among rivulets,
still converging in my gnarled hands in peace.
I imagine myself one of the boys fixing camp for the night.
I remember the last time the boy scout I was,
and learned the discipline of self-help and cooperation
with others as the world today is changing fast. ~
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