“Hey, lets go!” she screams,
her tiny figure beckoning.
Her hand is rested on her hip,
her eyes look of boredom, gleam of impatience.
She can hardly stand and wait.
“Okay,” he yells back
with a hint of seeming reluctance,
but I can see the shine in his eyes,
the skip in his small strides.
He drops the ball, and sweeps off his mitt.
“We’re going climbing.”
I, too, remember a time
When knotted trunks were scaled,
hills were conquered, and trails were blazed;
When the adventurer spirit
still surged through my veins.
When I used to run into the distance,
searching for big adventures.
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