Did we, as children, appreciate
The green of grass and of the trees?
The blue and silver of moonlit nights
or the flower scents on the breeze?
Did we give any thought to new plowed fields
or how clean were the mountain streams?
How many of us laid and looked thru the trees
at the sky, dreaming afternoon dreams?
Well, the years have passed and childhood's gone
All is lost in nowaday's rush
But I sit on my porch thinking back to what was
in the softness of the evening air's hush
By susi Taylor (Texaswishr@aol.com)