I remember, how as children, we roamed forests to explore
enjoying natures blessings and always looking to find more.
How in awe we stood at sight of a deer or a squirrel in a tree
with such beauty all around us how can it be so hard to see.
I remember, how as children, our imagination led the way
we didn't need technology to find exciting games to play.
A pond would bring adventure, taking us to far off lands
we'd become explorers and found treasures with our hands.
I remember, how as children, each new day held such delight
when we looked out the window and saw the sun shine bright.
Once the chores were done we would run swiftly out the door
a few pennies in our pockets for some sweeties from the store.
I remember, how as children, family picnics were such fun
helping mom prepare the food until everything was done.
Sitting quietly on blankets looking at this place we found
our spirits lifted with serenity that is mother natures sound.
How I wish we could return to the way that we were then
how happy we were in those days and could be so again.
If we just take some time and let our memories be our guide
there's a happiness awaits us with it's arms spread open wide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem Monica. As a young lad I could spend hours in our local fields and woods, listening to the skylarks and lapwings etc - Ah, what happy days.