She longs to hear
The wind in the trees
And race through fields
With mud on her knees.
To leap the gate
And ride a wild horse.
She wants to be a child
Of course.

Oh for the freedom
Her father had
Swimming in rivers
When he was a lad.
Making up stories
Inventing games
Now all her friends
Are Facebook names.

Lucky were those who
Lived near a beach
With the breaker’s roar
And the sea in reach.
The sense of escape
Under vast skies
The rhapsodic wind
Where liberty lies.
To sail a boat
For adventure it brings
In times when children
Felt like Queens and kings.


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