The Golden Days

You should have seen it then
Sparkling in the light
Like the sun dazzling dizzy upon the sea
Hot and hopeful
In the days of the rush
Men digging up fortunes
Beneath the brush
All the treasures of the earth
Till now untouched
The kind of dreams you thought you’d never taste
But you always hoped would be so sweet

Two teenage boys
Jerry and Jim
Hopping the freight trains
Like regular jumping jacks
Laughter rolling out of their pockets and ripening into orange trees in the last hours of daylight
And under its leaves, a bit of rest and shade
Two friends
Best of friends
Partners in play
Once, and forever,
(Living) in the golden days

-Lucy Schwartz