Childhood of Spring

Sunshine streams in through the window,

My practiced ears hear the drip.

We whisper from ear to ear, an anonymous tip,

Quick! Up from your flattened pillow!

Now, we know how fast we grow,

We know what we will miss if we are not quick!

So with abandon and each his own trick,

A skip, a hop, and off we go!

Small feet slip into large rubber boots,

Our blue jeans on, gaping at the knees,

Hair unraveled in the breeze.

Feet in the mud and heart as high as the spruce,

Skin scratched, climbing through hay and up trees.

My chest is tight and breathless, but my mind is at ease.

(A playlist belonging to my collection of photos, poems and songs called "Never Grow Up Friend")

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