Tomorrow

By Dorothy Marie Davis

I never saw a boy who wouldn’t climb
A wall or fence or rather climb a gate
Than open it – whether he had an hour
For leisurely meander or was late.
Not if the boy was worth his salt! He’d dare
A tree for fruit or just to be on top –
And ridgepoles – while his elders gasp and stare.
Fences and peaks seem made for boys who learn
By bumps and falls what older people know.
But fresh years come along, and where stars burn
A challenge on the vast uncharted height,
Sometime some boy will scale the blue wall night.

(1954)