Do you
remember those days when the children played?
When rays of
sunshine danced & the snowflakes stayed,
Those days of
wood-building-blocks & sand-castles made,
Of muddy
puddles & weedy gardens where fairies strayed.
Recall the
days when parents hugged & Grannies grumbled?
With orchard
apples stolen & you were punished & humbled,
Butterflies
chased with nets & the striped bees were bumbled,
Play-tired with
dirty knees, wending home grubby & stumbled.
Remember warm
milk from the cow & Mama´s hot apple pie?
Lying on small
backs, counting clouds in the blue summer sky,
When wishes were
dreams & between us, there was never a lie,
The future didn´t
exist & innocent, we knew no one who´d died.
Do you remember
when those days of play were so very long?
When every story,
rhyme & tale became every wee child´s song,
The times, when
we were shown & taught the right from wrong,
When we knew we
were loved & knew where we all belonged.
Tell me, do you
remember those days when the children played?
No TV, no computer,
nothing digital & no screen ever displayed,
When children
invented games outside, under trees that swayed,
And I thank God
that I was one of those lucky children who played.
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