long awaited spring

It
was
the
kind
of
day
whose
sun
held
promise.
The
breeze
attempted
to
carry
spring.
The
kind
of
day
that
as
a
boy
I
would
go
exploring.
I would
let
entire
days
escape
exploring
the
ravine
behind
our
house.
It
held
years
of
disgarded
items
too
big
to
deal
with
in
any
other
fashion.
Old
Model
Ts,
and
gigantic
Buicks,
and
a
ramshackle
of
people's
desire
for
materials
past
along
to
the
elements.
For
a
boy
who
had
just
read
Boxcar
Children
they
seemed
like
palaces
of
escape.
There
was
to,
of
course,
nature
to
be
found.
Orange
fungus
glowing
against
black
Oak.
In
the
summer
I
would
run
through
it
naked.
As
a
boy,
on
a
day
like
this,
I
would
go
exploring.
Here's
to
hoping
I
still
am.