of simpler times and places.
The grass brushes my cheek
as my head tumbles over feet.
The only things we worried about
were the adventures of tomorrow.
Shall I slay the purple dragon
or find the buried treasure?
Life seemed so full of happiness.
A found pocketwatch
and shiny nickels for my bank.
Bright and colorful bedsheets reborn
as a rainbow tent for wayward fairies.
A sanctuary from the trolls
who chased us through the forest.
A smooth red pebble in my pocket
was the key to the time machine we made.
We fought the indians bravely
as little cowboys on white horses.
Many years have come to past.
Yet the memories flow still freely
through this cluttered mind.
and wishing I could
live it all again.