Play I Now In Winter's Snow
Sweet succulent childhood days,
Buoyant hair swept by the summer breeze,
Imagination delighted by countless fantasies,
Experiencing new things a thousand different ways.
You left me long ago,
And did not stay to play,
Instead, you simply, ran away.
Alone I wandered life’s stark show.
Now as time draws nigh,
And I face my time to go,
You come back to me, rightly so,
To ease my journey passing by.
Sweet dreamy childhood days, quite old I am but now I know,
That you were waiting patiently to play in Winter’s snow.
by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2007 Rodney Alan Crater
Buoyant hair swept by the summer breeze,
Imagination delighted by countless fantasies,
Experiencing new things a thousand different ways.
You left me long ago,
And did not stay to play,
Instead, you simply, ran away.
Alone I wandered life’s stark show.
Now as time draws nigh,
And I face my time to go,
You come back to me, rightly so,
To ease my journey passing by.
Sweet dreamy childhood days, quite old I am but now I know,
That you were waiting patiently to play in Winter’s snow.
by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2007 Rodney Alan Crater
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