If I Was A Child Again I Would...lie in bed listening to the pitter-patter of rain falling
watch raindrops painting pictures on the window
lift up my face so rain could caress it, while I catch drops with my open mouth
jump in puddles with no boots, not worrying about getting wet
follow the rainbow to the end, planning how I will spend the gold
lie for hours on my back in the grass, watching clouds go by, and dreaming
climb a tree and sit on a branch, hiding from the world as it passes me by
swing higher and higher until I touch the sky
fly a kite until it is out of sight
slide down a slide again and again, feeling the wind
do absolutely nothing, feeling no guilt Go fix your own dinner!
I have a lost child to find before it is too late! Copyright ©2001
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