Nostalgia

Sometimes when Memory stirs you

With her haunting, sweet refrain,

Do you ever have a longing

To be a child again?

Do you long to wander barefoot

Through clover deep and sweet,

Or feel the playful ripples

Of the creek rush 'round your feet?

Would you like to go a-fishing

In the pond down by the lane?

Would you like to romp a-laughing

In a drenching summer rain?

Would you drift through days of sunlight

That never seemed to end,

When a thousand happy fancies

Hide just around the bend?

Would you chase a million fireflies

As dusk falls 'cross the way?

Would you ask Good-Fairy to grant your wish

To be a child --for a day?

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