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 
 Icecream 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 
 Ninteen sixty nine, I am me.

 I run and play at recess with special friends who 
 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