I wrote this for my cousin about our time as children on our farm. |
Come, dear cousin, let us recreate Those golden days of old. And play together once again As when we were young and bold. Only this time I will not run from you Too fast for you to catch. And this time I will not lie to you Like a wicked little wretch. And this time I will not hide from you Too hard for you to find. For this time I will pay attention to you Every moment of eternal time. And we will play with your Lincoln Logs And read your favorite book. And I will even take the time To teach you to bait a hook. But, alas, we cannot recreate Those golden days of old. And play together once again As when we were young and bold. For now you live thousands of miles away from me And the ocean has no roads. And though I think about you constantly I know the winters there are cold. So, as I read these beautiful words You've written on this empty page, I cannot help but regret every moment that I wasted When time was yet our slave... Other Children's Poetry ["Invalid Item" ] ["Coo-Me-Doo" ] ["Invalid Item" ] ["Elba" ] ["Personal Poetry" ] ["Novels and Books" ] ["Essays and Short Stories" ] |