I wish I could draw in pen and ink
the image, a memory my camera was too slow to capture:
Two little boys marching into the woods,
galoshes, skinned knees, and croquet mallets
held tight in chubby hands, resting on small shoulders;
seeking treasures of pinecones and rocks,
slaying dragon(flies) and monster(trucks).
Two little boys marching into the woods
on a summer afternoon, through sunshine and shadows,
galoshes, skinned knees, and croquet mallets.
A fleeting glimpse of brave warriors
I never want to forget.