Stick horses were a plenty
Mud pies I made many
June bugs tied with a string
OH the wonders a childhood can bring

An old swing on a Maple tree
I could be anyone I wanted to be
When I’d swing high into the sky
My imagination was set free

Grassy fields and high hills
I remember all the thrills
Of climbing high to bring home the cows
And the sounds of a whippoorwill

I dug fish worms in the dew
An old cane pole and a hook or two
I’d try my luck down by the creek
But the big ones I brought home few

Lazy summer days so fine
Have them still all in my mind
Not a worry to darken my day
Everything was sweet sublime

Catching fireflies in a jar
I would wish upon a star
Star light star bring first star I seen tonight
Thinking life would be the same tomorrow

I had a puppy dog and piggy tails
Many freckles and one dimple
Nothing fancy to fill my days
Life back then was quite simple

My wish would be that my grandchildren
Could live one day such as I
No TV no DVD no video games to distract
I was not bored there was too much to try

“Natures Toys” they call them
They’re the very best brand
Your own imagination and things grown on the land
How I wish that things could be that way again

~*© Raylene Boggs*` 2003


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