Innocence Under the Sun
The crest of golden hue.
The air brisk with cold anew.
Fields beckon for one to come
Chase dreams under the sun
Twist ankles in the stream
Water played with doesn’t make wishes clean
Mud on face and caked on knees
Joyous wonder in dappled water under the trees.
Laughter and twinkling of bright innocent eyes
Grazes and bruises can not disguise
What feelings we had when we were young
Chasing our dreams under the sun.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2023
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