Boy Scout

You never have to open a door

Ivy League graduate, ex-Peace Corps

Skinny like a cowboy

More charming than a young senator

The jetliner and taxi ballets

With action figures and birthday cakes

A 4 iron and fly-fishing star

Sometimes still sleepwalking in the rain

Reading ‘Owl Moon’

Chewing candy bars

Acting out, ‘Valley Girl’

Alone in the shower

Wise, tall saint

Baby boy scout

In the eye of a hurricane

Toying with doubt

You’re a grizzled, seen-it-all cop

And then a teenager in love

Sometimes you’re four years old

Alone, lost at the museum

Huddling with the lions

Falling asleep on the Serengeti plain

They’re still there lying in wait

The sky’s still purple and red

They’ll be standing there for always

About to charge into the sunset

Do you have a Cannery Row or The Call of the Wild up your sleeve?

Forever running after firetrucks and vireo’s

Who doesn’t want to live inside the shiny pipe dreams of a sixteen-year-old

Reading ‘Owl Moon’

Chewing candy bars

Acting out, ‘Valley Girl’

Alone in the shower

Wise, tall saint

Baby boy scout

In the eye of a hurricane

On a walkabout

A lone rider on the range

An outlaw on the lam

A bum in the rain

A blind railroad man

Towering john wayne

Baby boy scout

In the eye of a hurricane

Toying with doubt

You’re a grizzled, seen-it-all cop

And then a teenager in love