Oh, for those cloudless days of old
when holidays went on forever,
clear blue skies were lit with gold.
Grass seemed so much greener then,
days fluttered by like butterflies
in the yard playing with friends.
Fields were full of wildflowers
we picked and pressed into a book,
books were read for many hours.
Those trips away beside the sea,
ice cream and donkeys on the beach,
and swimming through the waves with glee.
We built our castles in the sand,
while kites reached heights of happiness,
it seemed those days would never end.