Show l TH l' l ll 1 It Ants E Ants Eye e Vi View w 13 BY By M MAC Mt t the time Ume of car when hm J at atwould would be fun tun to climb a tree e It Jt would satisfy musty a erasing craving Just st to dance down n any ny Main Maln St Street t in ina a 8 flowing robe a 8 yellow ellow rose behind be e. e hind my ear tossing blossoms from a basket with wild abandon Must be Spring That's what bat the calendar SIt anyhow May Maybe Ia be a month or two l. tale Late e here hereIn In the hills hID but still theres there's that tha certain touch Something nostalgic about the sounds and lud sights and smells of spring What do we e yea yearn ream en tor for Childhood days daS Innocent youth Do you suppose we unconscious unconsciously ly Iy wish for the days daS when great happiness lay in the ability to II ii prone in the grays grass and watch o bug hILts What's so attractive about that What's so appealing about the vague ague memory of p poking a astick astick astick stick into an ant hill ant jut jUst to watch the ants scurry Its 11 It this hIt the kind of stuff you ou trU when oare lying on OD the couch 1 in the psychiatrists psychiatrist's offie of office of of- fie fice Am I bari baring m my soul loul Should I stop atop before I go Co too far fal Like most newspaper men 1 t wish some day I 1 may write a book Almost certainly it will have those touches of springtime which we never ne forget The bonk bong-bonk of frogs after a arain arain arain rain storm I IThe The smell of lilacs I I Coyotes howling and dogs barking far tar off oft late at night I The soothing vista Itta of a field of alfalfa with breezes sending waves wave across acro 1 the faintly purple tops Hot made home-made bread smellIng smelling smelling smell smell- ing like Heaven after a two-mile two walk home from school The crunch of the heel between the teeth The gold of the melted butter Lying on a hilltop watching clouds sailing salling by and seeing casties castles cas Cal ties and plumed knights on fiery charges and locomotives Prairie chickens booming boom-booming at dusk What bat is it It Do you ou suppose these memories seem 1 so 0 attractive attractive attractive tive because they represent a 1 time of freedom from fear Complete security No worries and no conscience Well we all worry about something something some some- thing I guess Even the robin at atour atour atour our house My Lady Fair and I watched him picking and choosIng choosing choosing choos choos- ing among the twigs on the lawn He fie seemed to be weighing them in in his beak He had an awful time with his decisions Finally he would choose one and take it up into the tree in front roni of the house He covered the whole tree and had twigs wedged in several spots Then he went away and hasn't been back jack Probably he just decided the hell with it Which in th thi Springtime is a pretty fair attitude atti attl- tude |