THE NATURE OF THE BOY

Blue eyed child in the springtime of his life,
Bursting with energy for the ecstasy of his existence,
Dwells in a home whose hearth is rustic,
Nestled is the sunshiny mountains and shaded valleys of
The Blue Ridge.
He tempers himself to follow nature's path and harmonizes
With it,
In ideology because the self-same leaf his wakeful eyes
Behold
Gently drifting to earth.
His child-eyes venture the sweetness of the land,
Recognizing each creature for their wild and weary nature
And innately comprehending the macrocosm of the world.

From the rise of the sun,
When shadowy creatures emerge from their night's cloak
And stand revealed in dawn's lucency,
To the twilight of the day,
When they boy,
Immature in body but mellow in understanding,
Stands tall and waves goodbye
With small fingers and glistening eyes to the ageless scene,
Man and beast honor their species,
If just on this small hill.