Moonlight in my window tonight
Illuminating the book pages for sight
Stories of steads and great wars
Creaks, as wind rumbles the floorboards
Glancing out at the tundra-forest maze
Reminiscing, a youthful child phase
Wild child, through the woods we ran
Tree forts and trails, walking talkie can
When cops were heroes before they became the ‘man’
Fishing for trout by the lake with pap and gram
Camping was weekly, s’mores were in demand
When neighbors were family and lent a hand
Hitchhiking the roads was a thumb raised high
No worries to a kid, not even a blink of the eye
Laying under the stars, talking about dreams
A child's heart, in the light of our eyes, beams
Innocence, simpler times of wrong and right
Whimsical and carefree, heart in flight
Drifting away, thinking of you
Shooting star, I wish, may it come true
About the Creator
James Fristik
Hobby writer since I was 11 years old, with a passion for poetry and short stories. Grew up in a small town that I found a home in, and enjoy the quietness of my nature engrossed life. Lover of animals and owner of two black labs.
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