“Sing! Who sings To her who weareth a hundred rings? Ah, who is this lady fine? The Vine, boys, the Vine! The mother of the mighty Wine, A roamer is she O'er wall and tree And sometimes very good company.” SometimesMotherCompanyBoysTreeWallFineHundredWineVery GoodRingsVinesGood Company Author:Bryan Procter
“I had my first kiss under a tree near the school. It was with a boy named Michael who rarely spoke, but he would sometimes give me one of the cookies from his lunch. Maybe it was the gifts that made me feel special? I don't know, but when our lips touched, it felt magical.” KnowsGivingFeelsFirstsMadeSometimesSchoolFeltBoysTreeSpecialKissingGive MeLipsTouchedSpokesLunchCookiesFirst KissMy First Kiss Author:Paula Abdul
“So with my luck, I'll never make it in time to save the boy in the forest because my hair will have snagged on a tree branch a mile back.” BoysTreeHairLuckMilesForestsBranchesTree Branches Book:Unearthly Source: Unearthly
“Adolescence hits boys harder than it does girls. Girls bleed a little and their breasts pop out, big deal, but adolescence lands on a guy with both feet. . . . Your body is engulfed by chemicals of rage and despair, you pound, you shriek, you batter your head against the trees. You come away wounded, feeling that life is unknowable, can never be understood, only endured and sometimes cheated.” LittlesDoeSometimesFeelingsBodyBigsLife IsGuyGirlDealsBoysTreeFeetLandDespairUnderstoodHarderPopsRageYour BodyBreastsPoundsChemicalsWoundedAdolescenceBig DealCheated Book:The Book of Guys: Stories Source: The Book of Guys: Stories
“The gender prism is just descending upon us. For instance, when we're girls of nine or 10 we may be climbing trees and saying, "I know what I want. I know what I think." And then suddenly at 11 or 12, the gender role takes hold, and adults tell us, "How clever of you to know what time it is." It happens to boys, too and even sooner - between five and eight. Before that, boys cry and express uncertainty.” ThinkingKnowsWantMayHappensGirlBoysRolesFiveTreeCryAdultsEightGenderCleverNineInstanceUncertaintyClimbingGender RolesDescendingPrismsClimbing Trees Author:Gloria Steinem
“Everything is holding its breath inside me. Everything is waiting to explode like Christmas. I want to be all new and shiny. I want to sit out bad at night, a boy around my neck and the wind under my skirt. Not this way, every evening talking to the trees, leaning out my window, imagining what I can't see.” WayWantI CanNightWaitingTalkingBoysTreeWindWindowBreathsEveningNecksSkirts Book:The House on Mango Street Source: The House on Mango Street