Nostalgic..and wistful

Sometimes the echos of childhood whisper to me

across years, reminding me of much simpler times.

When playing outside, wading through creeks,

mud squishing between your toes,

and tadpole catching were the events of the day.

When Peanut Butter and jelly sandwiches

were a picnic under an apple tree.

When a tree house was a secret hideout,

and willow branches a headdress, tarzan yells

echoed across the yards.

When wishes made while gazing

at a night time sky filled with stars,

were sent flying to the heavens,

and tucked you in at night.

Yes, wishing upon a star.....

it makes no difference who you are.

Your dreams came true.

(though I am still looking for the black pony that I asked for

and not the car...lol)

sing along with Mr Cricket