Wednesday, May 28, 2008

bring back the days

Bring back the daysof a carefree lifewith play an' laughter,no worry or strife.
Let me swing so highin the old apple treelike monkeys in a junglescreaming with glee.
I want to chase chickens back into their pen,an' ride the young heifers'cross our land again.
Run in the sunshine,play in the field,hide in the sweet corn,eat apples—unpeeled.
Rope-swing into haylofts,ride horses on roads,wade ponds by the dozenssearching out toads.
Play baseball in pastures—dry cow pies for bases,tie legs together in gunny-sack races.
Have friends cross the meadowan' just down the way,more joy than imaginedpacked into a day.
Summers so hot,my skin will burn red,be a tired little kid when shooed off to bed.
Swim the ditchwith water snakes galore—Oh, just to catcha slithery once more.
Discover new bugs, an' catch honey bees,punch holes in a jar lidso they can breath free.
Try to smoke strawout backa the barn,singe off my eyebrows,then tell a big yarn.
Have winters fantastic!I love snows piled high—it provides such adventures the more just to try.
Sleigh ride till midnight—big tire-burn fire,all that fun on the slopes is my heart's desire.
To be tucked into bed,on a cold winter's nighthide under the coversso boogie-man won't bite.
Be pinched hard in church for not sitting still,not paying attentionto learn the Lord's will.
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At sixty does it countto still feel so young,in my mind, bring back childhood,not this life on the run?
I certainly hope so—I have fields yet to roam,reminiscing/ relivingbefore God calls me home.

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