Gone to the cave in the mountains

Now and then my mind wonders back to a simpler time my childhood. May's warmth glows all around us slowly we climb up in the mountains. I can see and hear all the wonderful sounds of yesterday. My friend from childhood and I was always finding something to do. Eyes peer out from the darkest of  a opening of a hole in the mountain. Run, Run I screamed. Run like the devil is after you Run to save  your soul.                                   Down the mountain we flew. The only sound we made was our feet pick it up and putting them down. Neither one of us ever came to a stop until I met up with a rotten Oak tree, guess what I dropped and roll . I think I did not know which end was up. I found going back up to those caves even harder, but our sweet mothers God bless their souls went back up there with us. All the time they walk and talked with us. Hey frogs in the cave hop hop up to the mouth of the roof. What a goof ball I felt like after discovering this. Today I sat and giggle and laugh thinking no one knows, but guess what some one knows.