The Great Outdoors
In the country where we kids grew up
I remember games we used to play
Statue, four square, acting out the shows
Sardines, hide and seek, outdoors all day
Splashing in the creek, and riding bikes
Sliding down the hills in winter time
Chasing lightning bugs and catching frogs
Finding tall and branchy trees to climb
It’s no wonder that when I’m indoors
Bright blue skies will beckon me to come
Wind, so fresh and sweet, whispers my name
Till I leave the confines of my home
2 comments:
Sweet and delightful. How long have you been writing?
thirty years
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