Child
Child do you turn your face to the sky
Let the rain land on your eyelids
Do you wade in puddles too high for your boots
Then wonder why not go barefoot
Child can you smell the sap on your hands
From up in the pine tree with lichen
Do you bend in the breeze and know you are safe
Are your worries carried away
Child, I don't see you anymore
Have you peeked outside your door
Days fly by like milkweed seed in the rushing wind
Child you will wish you were a kid again
Child is there time to daydream still
Among the crickets on the hill
Can you hear the ravens talking to you
Saying, Child stay outside with the green and the blue
Child, I don't see you anymore
Have you peeked outside your door
Days fly by like milkweed seed in the rushing wind
Child you will wish you were a kid....
Child, I don't see you anymore
Have you peeked outside your door
Days fly by like milkweed seed in the rushing wind
Child you will wish you were a kid again
Recorded at Frog Hollow Studio in Brunswick, ME.
Childhood, it doesn’t last long. People around my age and older have so many stories about getting on our bikes and being gone the whole day, our parents not knowing exactly where we were. We were out building forts in the woods, wading in swamps, collecting beautiful rocks, climbing trees, getting really dirty…..being kids.
There are still children who have this kind of childhood, but their numbers are dwindling. I don’t blame the children; technology is way too addictive. I feel so fortunate to not have had computers and phones while growing up, for I too may have been indoors in front of a screen as my childhood floated away.
So what do we do about this? Well, we take the young people in our lives on outside adventures as much as possible, creating memories so that the children now will have outside stories to tell their children, and so on and so on.
Thank you for taking the time to listen.
Wow, Lor, that is so sweet about making memories. Yes, we still can be children; playful, curious, and active. Thank you for sharing.
A wonderful poem , enhanced by a beautiful voice and melody.
Thankfully, I am still the child .
My mom used to say; now go out there and make memories, so I did. Still, to this day, I say to my husband, now let’s go out there and make some memories, he responds; after you, and out the door we go.