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.
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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