I’m told to put the dreams away,
The time is over to play and run,
Those child’s views have had their day,
Back then there was humorous fun.
The wide range had the lone cowboy,
Adults, I’m told, have a narrower view,
The wide seas had the sailor’s a-hoy,
Is there today a place for soul’s renewal?
So, adult growth has its task,
To keep an eye on my career,
But some old view may still ask:
Is nature surrounding us still dear?
This dawn’s zephyr has a gentle flow,
Whispering with a still small voice,
Dimensions renewal can a vision show,
To keep old dreams within soul’s choice.
The dream will light the distant trail,
So true choices can prevail.
(The child within is not immature,
But a plan my soul can endure.)
Francis D. Conlon is a retired and recovering school teacher. For the past 18 years, he has worked as a seasonal river ranger, and as a boat inspector for ANS (aquatic nuisance species), at Yampa River State Park and at Elkhead Reservoir outside nearby Hayden, Colorado, in northwestern Colorado.