The Boy

A poem I wrote about my nephew when he was 3 yrs old

The Boy
By Katrina Hohner

The boy always asking.
His curiosity never ending.
Forever probing.

Searching every nook and cranny.
Finding every bug and slug.
Buckets of rocks, pennies from the couch.
Shows his collections to all.
Neat little piles along the wall.

And the boy watches.
A sparkle in his eye.
A smile cracking wide.
As laughter bubbles over,
filling the air like thunder.

Excitement rushes through his veins.
His joy he can not hide.