Huckleberry Days

When I see kids today, spending their time with all the electronic paraphernalia, I feel sad. Will they, like me, have fond memories of youthful experiences that will last a lifetime? I hope so. It seems they don't know how to play anymore. Also, they don't appear to spend much time outdoors. My youth was spent in a suburban town in northeastern New Jersey. Our home was on the edge of town and bordered a tract of land that included fallow farms, woods and fields, ponds and brooks, the town water company property, and a county park. Our neighborhood was a great place for a spirited kid, and I had many adventures which are described here. I chose poetry, because I tend to be brief, and I enjoy writing it. The reader must use his imagination to fill in the details. Maybe some of my older readers will remember incidents from their own early years. Have a good read.