Feet shod in mud
From chasing frogs
And dreams in a
World all his own.

Sweat pouring out
Young pores chasing
Flows of futures
As yet unknown.

Tight embraces
Of soon strong arms
Swelling pride in
A father's heart.

Wood and leather
Worked to tough threads
Of faith in his
Aspirations.

Grass stains on knees
Bending the world
To his purpose.
Moved by his dreams.

Anthems of hope
Sung in his heart
Lifting dad's soul
to love's high planes.

Secrets of love
And compassion
Modesty hides,
Are known to all.

Pursuing his
Dreams in mud-soaked
Worlds of slick frogs.
His world to own.