The lanes of boyhood

Down the lanes of boyhood, hear their laughter ring!
See the tousled army marching straightway to a spring;
Flat upon the ground they fall, just to get a drink,
Here’s a thirst emporium where glasses never clink,
No glittering place of red and gold the passer-by to snare,
Yet, rich with Nature’s coloring, a thousand times more fair.

Edgar Albert Guest ~ The lanes of boyhood

Sunday Sayings: A pick from the poets, writers or scriptures for my grandson, who is another year older today

8 thoughts on “The lanes of boyhood

    1. many thanks Marina – I try to make sure he has the necessary privacy when posting his pics and these give nothing much away other than they epitomize the lanes of boyhood 🙂

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