Childhood Poem by Burt Poole

As we stand outside the playground,
through the fence we look and see,
the little children at their play,
as was done by you and me.
They skip and jump and run, leap
like frogs, as others slide;
Some hop from square to square;
others seek the ones who hide.
And then those childish sounds
of laughter, screams and cries…
…just having fun playing in the sun;
no thought of fear or lies.
Carefree, blithsome, trusting,
let’s let them have their day.
Too soon, I fear, they’ll be like us,
with worry more than play.

(7/8/94)