Ode To Childhood

I used to run
I never wanted to stop. 
Feeling free and strong
I'd run in grassy meadows
Between rolling black hills
With rocks covered by
Velvet green moss
And white yarrow
Swaying in a cool breeze.
If I stopped to rest
I'd sit on a flat sun-warmed rock
And with a craggy fallen limb
In hand, I'd tap it on the edge
Of my podium 
Beginning a symphony,
Leading birds and chipmunks
In a sonata fit for the gods.
Rested and refreshed
I'd continue on my way,
Meandering thru clover, 
Bees and beauty…
To Joy.

by Sharon Frye