Innocence Under the Sun
The horizon of golden hue.
The air brisk with cold anew.
Fields, streams and woods beckon for us to come.
Chasing our dreams under the sun.
Twist ankles in the stream.
Create swing ropes and climb the trees.
Mud on face and caked on knees.
Joyous wonder in dappled light under the trees.
Laughter and twinkling of bright innocent eyes.
Grazes and bruises we 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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