 Sand
Remember when you and I were young,
Playing in a sandbox my father built for me?
Can you remember how the sand burned your eyes,
And how you cried when you could not see?
Do you remember the good times in the sand,
When we built castles and buildings three feet tall?
Or the times we pretended to be contractors,
Running Tonka trucks until I heard mother call?
What happened to those innocent moments,
When life was carefree and our imaginations ran wild?
How did we become such totally different people?
I sure miss the days when I was called a child.
The sandbox is gone now, we grew up and moved on,
Gone with so many other pleasures we once knew.
I wish we could return to that innocence again
by Dianna Doles Petry
Copyright © 6-10-06 Dianna Doles Petry, All Rights Reserved.
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Sand Boxes
I too wonder what has happened to you an me
Do we look backwards to decipher this mystery
Or is a reward elsewhere, in another generation
The innocent fun, freedom, an wild imagination
Dreams enjoyed, not ever thinking it would end
Why would anyone take it away without portend
To toss us into a world full of greed and strife
Of indifferent people, none enjoying their life.
Well darlin' I believe this was not meant for me
I'll take sanctuary in a simpler world you see
And will ask the wee people to please glean
To find me a refuge to dream and wait for thee
by The IrishWarlock
Copyright © 6-10-06 - Irish Warlock, All Rights Reserved.
This original writing is copyrighted
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