Oh goodness me, what do I see
An errant kite caught in the tree ?
What shall we do, too high to reach
How can we span this giant breach ?
When I was young I used to climb
These twisted branches all the time
Amazing that I never fell
Yet still have loads of tales to tell.
Though apple trees can’t grow too tall
In fact they seem to be quite small
The limbs all jumbled in a bunch
There’s scarcely room to nibble lunch
I’ll settle for just bread and cheese
Beneath the fragrant apple trees !
Oh little lamb you are so sweet
With wooly coat and nimble feet
You make me smile, oh cuddly beast
Among God’s creatures, not the least.
I’d heard that Mary was a fan
Together you two played and ran
Though I have never had the time
I can remember childhood’s rhyme.
Maybe one day both you and I
Will meet our Lord in passing by,
He has been called the Lamb of God
Perhaps we’ll bide in His backyard !
Who knows where we’re going or where we’ve been
“Not I”, said the top who began to spin
While the jacks and the ball started to play
The electric clock tried to run away.
As the toys in the playroom danced about
Tin soldiers awoke and started to shout
Oh such fun it was to play let’s pretend
So sorry childhood must come to an end !
Do you recall what it was like
When you were but a tiny tyke
And kids would play out in the rain
Barefooted, zooming like a plane ?
Or hopscotch on a city street
With concrete squares beneath your feet,
What’s happened to those days of joy
When children could be girl or boy ?
A game of tag or hide and seek
Just count to ten and do not peek,
Oh how much fun there used to be
When children were kept safe and free !
Oh how I wish that I could fling
My cares away while on a swing
I’d pump the air to get a rise
So I could reach up to the skies.
The wind would whistle through my hair
When I was on the way up there
And I could see high over heads
Above the parks and flower beds.
I miss that comfort I once knew
I’d love to swing the whole day through !
The air is cool, the smell is sweet
The sound of children from the street
Now rises on the morning breeze
Like waves upon the stormy seas.
The silence reigns just now and then
As shreiking laughter once again
Cuts through the air this peaceful day
With joyous noise while children play !
They’ve walked and talked and played a bit
They’ve tossed and lost, made fun of it
As playmates they have shared a game
They ran about and called each name.
For that is what small children do
Beginning to form friendships true
While all the years that pass between
Hold fast as they become a teen.
Their friendships have a special bond
They cling to those of whom they’re fond
They fill the hours of youthful days
In trying out our grownup ways.
God plays a role for they must grow
Into adults who need to know
Because this task is too intense
Who speaks for them in their defense
The problem is in growing up
One needs to drink from every cup !
Oh little ones do you hear this song
If you know the words, please sing along
Greetings to you on this brand new day
How I wish that we could meet and play !
Do you think the morning sun will show
Or shall we have one more day of snow ?
Perhaps you might add an extra prayer
Please save us from this chill winter air !
We’ll be so grateful to greet the sun
And free at last as we gaily run,
We can stretch our legs and laugh out loud
And savor the joy of springtime’s cloud
If we are lucky the sun will shine
To leave the cold and our cares behind !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 