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.

Keith Garrett

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