Faint initials on an old stump
out in the forest on the lump
lump being a copse of pines
on the knob on the school grounds
Back in the early grades we hid in them
then it was cowboys and Indians
then steal a smoke, bite a chaw
Puberty and oh woe was me
steal a kiss behind a tree
sneak away with your best girl
smooch, hug, try to make out
Get all sweet on that special one
carve your initials on a tree
true love, yes indeed
then one day, into the real world.
© By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)
