I AM SEVEN
I chase butterflies and try to get moths from vines,
Model airplanes are a hobby done with my dad,
A vegetable garden out back, chasing the Ice cream man.
Coloring books and cartoons on a Saturday morning is fine,
A favorite cereal, lucky charms and Frostio’s, a pop tart in my mind.
Watching the Little Rascals, the three stooges, other favorite shows,
Toaster pizzas and a glass of milk on a T.V. tray on a late Summer day.
Riding my bike, through sprinklers we ran in the sun, a day for fun,
I am seven as I would someday remember, walking in the breeze, climbing trees.
I go to school, walk as I dream, I am a child of nineteen sixty nine, I am me,
I run and play at recess with special friends whom I will soon never see again.
My world is different when I am seven, no worries of the future, only a child’s day,
There is a magical side to my life today, what will I remember of my time in a place.