Childhood Path

Down along a childhood path Our noses tipped in red I heard a voice, young and innocent that said, “Come along down the childhood path.” The crisp, cool air stung our faces As we passed all those wondrous places Looking again through eyes In which fascination never dies. Hand in hand we walked along the childhood path Our laughter echoing through the trees Our misty breath that could be seen As we raced against the childhood path. The race was over and I looked around There was something I knew couldn’t be found. Where went our bright eyes, Our age, imagination and size? I looked over my shoulder at the childhood path I was walking forward but looking behind Then I felt a small hand in mine… “Walk along with me on the childhood path.”