The wild, the crazy, am I?
Carefree and flowing like the wind
The rush of air like the skydiver falling through space
Mothers open arms bring a welcoming embrace
Comfort, Joy, and laughter
Security found in familiar arms
Never let go
Hold fast to that anchor
Pulled apart by the locomotive gliding over steel rails
The trains whistle screams
Bringing sluggish feet to rapid motion
Discoveries transform rock into stone
Stone foundations built upon
Stretching story after story
All to begin the plunge a new
The rush of the air flowing by
Arms outstretched to embrace what comes.
Am I wild? Am I Crazy?
Dr Johnny G. Chavez III 