There were smiles of glee
and giggles
resounding,
sleds and saucers
being pulled
and snow ball
throwing
All clad in clothes
quite puffy
and billowing out,
making it a challenge
while moving
about
Not a care
of the world
but to reach
the top of the hill,
to go down again
to experience the thrill
The innocents of
the simplicity
and our enjoyment,
so much better
when we all
joined in it
Remembering those days
as we gathered
together and
just played,
an ode to the joy
and a place we wished
we could of stayed
a swing to ride on
in the summer
a pile of leafs to frolic
in the fall,
puddles to jump into
with the springs rain
fun found in it all
I suppose I don’t understand
why simple fun
has come to video games
and television,
automated and mindless
babysitters
for the
newest editions
So grab a sled
and walk up the hill
and feel the joy
of the ride,
find a swing
a pile of leaves
leap into a puddle
be simply satisfied
Enjoy all the things
at no cost
but God’s gifts
given for us to play,
showing the children
by participating
that simpler things
are often a better way
Perhaps having so much
we forget the fun
of the smaller
parts of our lives,
times enjoyed
that we’ve had
that cannot
be denied
Yet how often I forget
and how fast
memories can
fade to gray,
So before time passes
the least that should
be done. . .
be that child again at play