To relive those halcyon days,
spent in the mid morning June haze;
times with nothing to do at all,
nothing to think of big or small.
Nights were predictably boring,
and midnight found me long snoring.
Shame I didn’t savor it then;
but what’s Hell to a boy of ten,
is Heaven to a man grown old,
when peaceful moments are pure gold.
Richard Sponaugle was born 4-20-60 in Maryland and raised in Northern Virginia. He received a BA from George Mason University. A prolific poet and songwriter, he has been published in many venues.