Wonder

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I spoke about the novel Boys Life by Robert McCammon in this post a while back, but I re-read the poem that begins the story and I had to re-post it here.

The Poem Introducing Boy’s Life
by Robert R. McCammon

We ran like young wild furies,
where angels feared to tread.
The woods were dark and deep.
Before us demons fled.
We checked Coke bottle bottoms
to see how far was far.
Our worlds of magic wonder
were never reached by car.
We loved our dogs like brothers,
our bikes like rocket ships.
We were going to the stars,
to Mars we’d make round trips.
We swung on vines like Tarzan,
and flashed Zorro’s keen blade.
We were James Bond in his Aston,
we were Hercules unchained.
We looked upon the future
and we saw a distant land,
where our folks were always ageless,
and time was shifting sand.
We filled up life with living,
with grins, scabbed knees, and noise.
In glass I see an older man,
but this book’s for the boys.

Copyright © 1991 by Robert R. McCammon. This poem originally appeared in the Pocket Books hardcover edition of Boy’s Life, first printed in August 1991. From Robert McCammon.com

Who among us has not known the freedom of the magic steed between our knees, or climbed Jack’s beanstalk, battled dark knights, and rescued maidens fair [even when girls had germs]. Sailed far worlds, flown from the roofs of sheds with capes stiff behind us, spoken to our dogs like best mates, stared from the roof of our house to far distant lands. Caught the larva of dragons in ponds surrounded by blackberries and found only by treading a maze while clothes were tugged by thorns and spiders and snakes lurked hidden in scrub. These are the things of a Boys Life and I wonder when the mundane arrived to chase away the excitement. Or even if it has really gone forever.

Wonder

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I spoke about the novel Boys Life by Robert McCammon in this post a while back, but I re-read the poem that begins the story and I had to re-post it here.

The Poem Introducing Boy’s Life
by Robert R. McCammon

We ran like young wild furies,
where angels feared to tread.
The woods were dark and deep.
Before us demons fled.
We checked Coke bottle bottoms
to see how far was far.
Our worlds of magic wonder
were never reached by car.
We loved our dogs like brothers,
our bikes like rocket ships.
We were going to the stars,
to Mars we’d make round trips.
We swung on vines like Tarzan,
and flashed Zorro’s keen blade.
We were James Bond in his Aston,
we were Hercules unchained.
We looked upon the future
and we saw a distant land,
where our folks were always ageless,
and time was shifting sand.
We filled up life with living,
with grins, scabbed knees, and noise.
In glass I see an older man,
but this book’s for the boys.

Copyright © 1991 by Robert R. McCammon. This poem originally appeared in the Pocket Books hardcover edition of Boy’s Life, first printed in August 1991. From Robert McCammon.com

Who among us has not known the freedom of the magic steed between our knees, or climbed Jack’s beanstalk, battled dark knights, and rescued maidens fair [even when girls had germs]. Sailed far worlds, flown from the roofs of sheds with capes stiff behind us, spoken to our dogs like best mates, stared from the roof of our house to far distant lands. Caught the larva of dragons in ponds surrounded by blackberries and found only by treading a maze while clothes were tugged by thorns and spiders and snakes lurked hidden in scrub. These are the things of a Boys Life and I wonder when the mundane arrived to chase away the excitement. Or even if it has really gone forever.

Wonder

.
I spoke about the novel Boys Life by Robert McCammon in this post a while back, but I re-read the poem that begins the story and I had to re-post it here.

The Poem Introducing Boy’s Life
by Robert R. McCammon

We ran like young wild furies,
where angels feared to tread.
The woods were dark and deep.
Before us demons fled.
We checked Coke bottle bottoms
to see how far was far.
Our worlds of magic wonder
were never reached by car.
We loved our dogs like brothers,
our bikes like rocket ships.
We were going to the stars,
to Mars we’d make round trips.
We swung on vines like Tarzan,
and flashed Zorro’s keen blade.
We were James Bond in his Aston,
we were Hercules unchained.
We looked upon the future
and we saw a distant land,
where our folks were always ageless,
and time was shifting sand.
We filled up life with living,
with grins, scabbed knees, and noise.
In glass I see an older man,
but this book’s for the boys.

Copyright © 1991 by Robert R. McCammon. This poem originally appeared in the Pocket Books hardcover edition of Boy’s Life, first printed in August 1991. From Robert McCammon.com

Who among us has not known the freedom of the magic steed between our knees, or climbed Jack’s beanstalk, battled dark knights, and rescued maidens fair [even when girls had germs]. Sailed far worlds, flown from the roofs of sheds with capes stiff behind us, spoken to our dogs like best mates, stared from the roof of our house to far distant lands. Caught the larva of dragons in ponds surrounded by blackberries and found only by treading a maze while clothes were tugged by thorns and spiders and snakes lurked hidden in scrub. These are the things of a Boys Life and I wonder when the mundane arrived to chase away the excitement. Or even if it has really gone forever.