Red Toadstools Poem by kipper Stagg

How he'd longed for ancient summer's days,
Running through long grass, voices of children in play!
Bright sunbeams upon his face,
Searching for that perfect hiding place!
Scented winds of fresh mown grass,
Endless sunshine days that just would not pass!
Cries of laughter, screams of joy
Take him back to when he was just a boy.
Faces of friends he'd long ago forgot,
Back to endless summers that where always so hot.
Searching for newts in muddy pools
Dancing in Fairy rings of red toadstools!