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.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
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Plain and smooth like silk
Clean and pure like milk
Would you accept a compliment ?
Oh yeah!!!
Thanks Dan...you recognize this one I'd guess.
Thanks Jac. And compliments most welcome. Stop back again. Will check out your blog.
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!!!!
Wonderful poem, Don. Once again brings forth not only powerful imagery but so much depth and feeling.
Have a glorious weekend!!!
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.
Wonderful news!
The universe provided just what I needed... the sunhine is here now!
I am very happy...
Now, we can really enjoy our
cookout!
Just wanted to share that with you Don!
Blessings!
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.
Don,
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!
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.
this is pure joy!
thank you, don.
I like the way you have conveyed the magic of an apparently mundane situation.
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
Thanks Polona, Quasar, and Rob, Appreciate your comments.
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.
Thanks Jon and Liz...appreciate your comments and glad the poem came to life within you.
wonderful,Don..i can see it for myself..
I have no answer to that. Deep silence.
Thanks Gangadhar and Imemine. Silence and seeing are both good.
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...
Kathleen...thanks and yes Donnie and Danny playing is right!
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
Dumbdodi...thanks. Nice visual picture you've added.
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