The Meadow of Childhood
In a green grassy meadow
In the middle of the wood
Where I so long ago played
Hours of fun frolicking in the grass
Lying beside the creek
Listening to the waters
Watching them ripple over rocks
Whispering a sweet lullaby
I would wade in the cool water
Or just read a book
Eat apples from the trees
That surrounded the low lying grass land
Flowers filled the air with fragrance
So rich from their blossoms
It was a playground from God
Where I could enjoy an afternoon
In the sun that shone pure as gold.
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