Children Play Beneath the Sun

To Start Again When Day’s Break Comes

Fond, sparkling luminescent childhood was the source of my delight with my friends.

We played softball near a chicken yard and learned to hit the ball straight, since whoever hit a foul ball had to climb a fence to get the ball that had rolled amidst the fowls.

In the Moment Make the Most

In fields of laughter, under the sun’s sweet stare, With friends beside us, delight is in the breeze. We chase the joyous moments without a single care. As we spin and twirl, and pirouette with ease.

Skipping stones on rippling ponds, a merry sight, With hearts aglow and spirits ever luminous, Each ripple whispers tales of our delight. Enjoying fun, we find in us.

In games of hide and seek, there is our glee, From dawn till dusk, our fun knows no end, Amongst the trees and bushes, wild and free. In every moment of fun pretend.

The memories tied with laughter’s golden thread, The fondest moments, where happiness is spread.

Be magic. Turn a view into a read. Please stay on the page for at least thirty seconds.

I write about addiction to substances, behaviors, and thistles of the soul. I consider human rights to be God-given.