Sunday, August 20, 2006

Boys Playing by the Side of Road
By Don Iannone

Young boys playing their hearts out
before the late summer sun sets

and the stars take over the sky,
Boys filled with overwhelming eagerness
and untamed magic--

the sort only young hearts can contain,
Dirty-faced boys

lusting for adventure
in far away places
their hearts long to visit,
Boys pretending to be men

pretending to be boys,
But for now,

just young boys playing
along side a dusty country road
they pray will never end.


jac said...

Plain and smooth like silk
Clean and pure like milk

Would you accept a compliment ?

Dan said...

Oh yeah!!!

Don Iannone said...

Thanks recognize this one I'd guess.

Thanks Jac. And compliments most welcome. Stop back again. Will check out your blog.

samuru999 said...

A wonderful poem Don!
Enjoy your weekend!
It is raining like crazy here...
and I want it to stop, as I am having a cookout later today...
well, looks like it might be a
cook in!!!!

serenity said...

Wonderful poem, Don. Once again brings forth not only powerful imagery but so much depth and feeling.

Have a glorious weekend!!!

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Margie...I hope you get some sun for your cookout. Trust the universe to provide you just what you need...either rain or shine. Raining here too in Cleveland. Blessings.

Thanks Serenity...Enjoy your weekend too. This poem speaks to the child within. There is lots of symbolism in it...boys, play, roads, seasons, pretending, hopes and dreams, and more. It was triggered by a drive through very rural Pennsylvania and seeing these young country boys have the time of their life doing who knows what. But there they were by the side of the dusty road with sweaty dirt streaks on their faces making them look like young braves. Blessings.

samuru999 said...

Wonderful news!
The universe provided just what I needed... the sunhine is here now!
I am very happy...
Now, we can really enjoy our
Just wanted to share that with you Don!

Don Iannone said...

Margie...Nice to hear. I am so happy for you. The rain has stopped--for now--here as well. May sun bless your cookout and all present.

serenity said...

I had to pop back on over as a thought struck me. One line in particular stood out....

"Boys filled with overwhelming eagerness
and untamed magic--
the sort only young hearts can contain"

May we all open ourselves to the overwhelming eagerness and untamed magic of our childhood that still lives in our hearts, and share it with one another in unity, love, and light.

As always, thank you for the magic in your words.

Blessings back to you!

Don Iannone said...

Serenity...thank you. And yes, these particular points you bring back to awareness are those we shared earlier this week. Always be young at heart! Blessings to you.

polona said...

this is pure joy!
thank you, don.

Rob said...

I like the way you have conveyed the magic of an apparently mundane situation.

QUASAR9 said...

Sometimes in a hurry to get old
sometimes trying to catch gold
before the hot trail goes cold

Sometimes in a hurry for the City
Sometimes lusting for the night life and the bright City lights

And then wanting to slow time
and wishing for peace sublime
Then wanting to leave the bustle
and hear the country leaves rustle

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Polona, Quasar, and Rob, Appreciate your comments.

Jon Cox said...

That is exactly right!!!! Wonderful work! :o)

Liz said...

I can almost see these boys in my mind's eye. I picture a sleepy southern town, the kind my parents grew up in. Melancholy but hopeful and substantial.

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Jon and Liz...appreciate your comments and glad the poem came to life within you.

Gangadhar said...

wonderful,Don..i can see it for myself..

Imemine said...

I have no answer to that. Deep silence.

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Gangadhar and Imemine. Silence and seeing are both good.

Kathleen said...

This is great..! I am picturing young Donny and Danny... with wide smiling faces.... and here they are... still playing, along side of this Road...

Don Iannone said...

Kathleen...thanks and yes Donnie and Danny playing is right!

dumbdodi said...

I thought I left a comment...but as it turns out i didn't.
Poem was nice...I could actually picture the kids in my street back home playing cricket and breaking glass windows with their cricketing shots

Don Iannone said...

Dumbdodi...thanks. Nice visual picture you've added.

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