This a poem I wrote about a younger brother. We lose something precious when we put away childish things and become an adult. Sometimes it is good to remember how good being a child was........
Little boys, mud puddles and puppy tales,
Giggling and barking around the corner of the house they sail.
There is a terrific mud puddle, jump in and make a splash.
Tumbling on to the next one they dash.
The puppy growls and barks when a stranger arrives.
The stranger growls back and under the sofa he hides.
The boy throws the ball and the puppy brings it back again.
He won't give it up , but plays tug of war and then....
You stretch out in front of the T.V.
Puppy lays beside you thumping his tail merrily.
Back outside and on the bike you go,
Puppy sits in the basket, so he won't get lost, don't you know.
The boy falls to the ground, puppy rains doggy kisses on his face.
Then they are gone again without a trace.
The silence is loud as a search is made.
They've fallen asleep under the tree in the shade,
Splatters and splashes of mud on the boys clothes and face.
Puppy lays on the boys neck,he has found his place.
Friends to the end they will ever be.
Full of fun and frolic for all to see.
They live life to the fullest, oh what a delight.
Little boys, mud puddles and puppy tales, what a sight.
When did it happen, when did I get too old to be free?
To enjoy life like that little boy and his puppy?
If the shadows of my memory serve correctly,
Many many years ago, that little boy was me!
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