a little boy free from mama's hold
to the backyard with his marbles
shooting them in the holes then
he calls his friends and hides
in the bushes where he cannot be found
to the hills he catches his dragonflies
he climbs and gathers ripe mangoes
he goes to the river with his peers
catches fish and jumps to swim
you hear him laugh and sing
till it is dark he thinks of home
his hot soup and dinner
then his mother kisses him
tells him stories and then he soundly sleeps
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This truly is a happy poem, and full of nostalgia. Reading it has made me feel happy too. Thank you. ...10