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;

determined adventurers

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.