Childhood

Remembering when days were long

Today they seem so short

Amidst the climbing trees, riding bikes

And our private basketball court

Energy with no end

As children often fare

A running freedom, still contained

Danger or worry seemed so rare

A childhood so merry

We barely had to carry

Any burdens of our own

A loving guidance in the way

As I look back to yesterday

And give thanksgiving and praise

That I was raised in that way