This post is as the title says, for Janice, and for all of us who have a streak of "wild child " in us. The picture above while it looks quite peaceful, is Phoenix, and we all know he has a streak of "something"
For the wild ones
Before we hurt,
Before we were scared
When we took life flat out
Just because we were dared
Jumped into the water
Not thinking disaster
The current was strong
And we just swam faster
The horses we rode,
The stories we told
The chances worth taking
We were fearless and bold
Up till the wee hours
Always home late
Chores done at six
At work by eight!
So why did we stop
Did we really get smarter?
Or was keeping that pace ,
Just getting harder?
Now don't you worry
She is still there inside
A little bit tired
But she hasn't died
Once in a while
If the timing is right
She’ll howl at the moon
And dance through the night
So here’s to the wild ones
Wherever they are
I’ll drink a toast to us
Out under the stars!
Stay warm and safe
12 comments:
Oh...My...Gosh...you hit the nail on the head. Here's to us, one and all!!
Good one Sherry. I'm with 50+, you nailed it. You have probably touched a chord with many people out there with this one.Thanks Sherry...I still get a glimmer of that wild child once in awhile....I'd like to think I.... we got smarter but in my case I think it was I just couldn't keep up any more.
BEST.POEM.EVER.
;)!!!!
Good one Sherry! As a former wild child, I can relate!
Being a bit of a wild child myself... I love this!
Oh Man, love that one. I know she's in there somewhere!
Love the poetry! So true.
Beautiful! Such a talent you have!
Excellent poem!!! So true too.
And may we all live the life where when our feet touch the floor, the Devil himself says- "Oh crap. She's awake!"
My inner child has come back to life with driving. It is a blast and Sherry, you really nailed it with this one. LOVE IT!
Cheers!!
AWESOME!!!!!!!!!
I LOVE THIS!!!
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