Happy Childhood Days
when winter winds come whistling bringing fields of newborn snow
it brings back remembered memories of the years so long ago
i can vision all my playmates all the real and make believe
and the snow upon the sidewalks with the barren ice filled trees
in the fields we played together building forts and sharing sleds
till we heard our mothers calling come its time to go to bed
in the morning we would listen to the early morning news
and we always would be hoping for the closing of our schools
now the years have passed so quickly i have children of my own
as i watch them i am happy for the seeds that i have sown
in the yard they build a snowman oh its such a childhood craze
and it always brings back memories of my happy childhood days
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