Live as a child is a series of adventures
that we both remember and forget depending
on where life and dreaming leaves us off.
scattered in the tall trees and high blossoms
had been houses, come and gone over the centuries.
on weekends we would shuffle through bracken looking
for the impact of civilisation on the mountains.
One weekend we were cowboys and indians chasing each other
through famous battles when we say a glistening.
Buried in the dark loam was a loving cup. An old design
with lettering only vague by now.
An award won by someone or such decades ago at least.
It was Paddy decided the mountain deserved the trophy.
I had wondered if he ever won a trophy on his own.
Although later I heard he did not return from the Falklands.
Lately I have been thinking of the load and forests and the
cool mountains and the treasure hunts
that led us to find, without knowing it, the treasures of friendship.