Running Amok
Noel Laflin
4-19-20
They ran wild through brambles, trees and creek, bare of shoes (although one wore sandals), muddy, dusty feet barley touching the ground – impervious to rocks and oak leaves sharp.
We crossed paths several times and I marveled at their mothers’ wisdom to just let them be kids as they shouted, cheered, and generally ran amok in the water, muck, and dust - and studied insects great and small.
They carried sticks, climbed rock walls, and waged mock wars.
And not a single electronic device could be either seen or heard.
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