My Thoughts: A Collection of Poems

On Childhood

Childhood haunts shout, "thou hast outgrew me!"

Whilst I look 'pon the past fondly,

With many a mem'ry chasing through my mind.

And frequently those very haunts are revis'ted,

If not in body then in thought.

Those carefree days of meadow and brook,

Trail and wood, glen and grove and glade.

Blithely spent, with nary a dark thought

To chase away the innocence of a child's freedom.

Yet my heart! How it is saddened

To know that life will ne'er be the same

As the future looms large and near

Though adulthood is not quite here.

Before my sweet childhood ends,

I must gather up, hold tightly,

And ne'er let go of that lifeline

of innocence.

And hold those childhood haunts

close

to my heart.