Free Spirited

We climbed on playgrounds 
Different worlds
Childhood stories
Clashing swords
We ran for meters
Discovering new places
Of abandoned crevices
The quiet little places
We swam
Into the quiet sea
Wrapped by its touch
We felt so free
Drifted our thoughts
Into most glorious stories
The good old tales
Of this land’s glories
Sometimes a tear or two
Was shed
Sometimes we dreamt
Awake in bed
Of all that’s been
Of what’s to come
Holding onto moments
While trying to be someone
A day of inspiration
And maybe pain too
So that we may learn
What we as children knew.

Jan 21, 2014
2:57 am