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| Golden Daze Remembered | ||
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Ponderously peddling Schwinns toward an emerald park, Moths drawn to a flame so bold, Intemperate adolescent hearts enthusiastically embarked Seeking sanctuary from grown-up control. Enveloped in verdant suppleness: lush grasses, trees in rows, We frolicked on grassy knolls, skinning knees and hearts golden, As thin blades stained green frayed corduroy, Kindling nascent stirrings as incipient delights emboldened. Once more, tenement-bound, bicycling funereally back to the banal: TV’s Toast of the Town (demeaned bears in tutus & Seņor Wences) Along with times’ tables, spelling rules, & forty-eight state capitols (Those monotonous chalk-dust litanies of schoolhouse significance). Splendiferous Sunday too soon died. Mundane Monday too soon arrived. Yet, the recalcitrant child within Survives. —Michael Erickson Emeritus Faculty |
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Funding For This Site Provided In Part By A Title V Grant
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