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I remember when dandelions from a field
Could bring mom a bit of joy unconcealed
But sometimes maybe a tear'd creep out
So you'd not see she'd be dustin' all about
Remember blowin the white fluff in the air
An makin' all the wishes you would dare
But now you treat it as just another weed
Your magic flower must be gone to seed
Mud puddle's to you are no longer fun
You see muddy shoes and things to shun
Not the sea battles won or rivers to cross
Dams to build, our imagination is at a loss
Hear the music but you can't carry a tune
We use to sing out the words to the moon
Didn't know it, we'd make up what to say
Seems we lost our rhythm too along the way
Use to just feel that beat and move to it
Now we sit so self consciously and listen
Where's the spirit that seems to be missin'
Life was fast, now there's time for dissin'
Feel wind on your face, messin up your hair
Do you now brace against it, if it's there
Remember closing your eyes ever so tight
Spreadin' arms an flyin' into it with all your might
Until collapsing on the ground laughing
Or being on a swing and just really trying
Pumping hard to fly into clouds passing by
And disappear into that great big blue sky
No wonder God loves the little children
Enjoyin little things life brings now an then
One day you may look back too my friend
To realize how really big little things are in the end.
by .....The Irish Warlock
Copyright © 2005 Irish Warlock
This original writing is copyrighted
and may not be reproduced, distributed or
displayed in any way or form without the
author's
written permission.
Artwork: Two Boys
by Frank Benson
Music: The Old Rambler,
Irish Folk Tune
Sequenced by Barry Taylor
~ Edited by Dreamweaverfla ~
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