the child walks down north avenue
the world around him are hues of autumn
he knows every crack and crevice of the sidewalk
he has made this trek a thousand times
home from roosevelt school in wykagyl
passing the time dreaming boyish dreams
of traveling to far away strange and wonderful places
of knowing people like her
she was as beautiful as summer sunshine
soft voice embracing the heart with her tender notions
her face fills his mind with the softest of smiles
to know someone like her
a lifetimes treasured hope
the little bridge over the stream
autumn sunlight through the tall trees
kicking his way through the fallen leaves
remembering them as they stirred of their own mind
in late summer nightfall breeze
the golden hue of these northern woods leaves now entices
his thoughts to those of halloween and christmass
to snowballs and roaring fires in the fireplace
his family home decorated and filled with laughter's joy
twinkling lights so bright and glorious
he comes to the last hill
and home
footsteps fall quickly now
to his front door
to his room and toys
hidden and happy home sweet home once again
from his window he dreams
of running in the snowfall
of tasting the first stirring of spring
a world of wonders to his boyish heart
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
the child walks down north avenue
the world around him are hues of autumn
he knows every crack and crevice of the sidewalk
he has made this trek a thousand times
home from roosevelt school in wykagyl
passing the time dreaming boyish dreams
of traveling to far away strange and wonderful places
of knowing people like her
she was as beautiful as summer sunshine
soft voice embracing the heart with her tender notions
her face fills his mind with the softest of smiles
to know someone like her
a lifetimes treasured hope
the little bridge over the stream
autumn sunlight through the tall trees
kicking his way through the fallen leaves
remembering them as they stirred of their own mind
in late summer nightfall breeze
the golden hue of these northern woods leaves now entices
his thoughts to those of halloween and christmass
to snowballs and roaring fires in the fireplace
his family home decorated and filled with laughter's joy
twinkling lights so bright and glorious
he comes to the last hill
and home
footsteps fall quickly now
to his front door
to his room and toys
hidden and happy home sweet home once again
from his window he dreams
of running in the snowfall
of tasting the first stirring of spring
a world of wonders to his boyish heart
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