Soothing treasures, whispers and feathers,
Sea wind through brushes in generous measures,
Lightness, hushes of virgin blue whiteness,
Caressing my eggshell of ignorance,
I miss innocence.
Days of clear wonder,
Nights of not wanting to sleep.
Nights that were darker,
Days that were vivid,
And filled with good memories to keep…
I miss believing in magic.
Years of no pressure,
Filled up with leisure,
While country and family stood.
Kicking the leaves,
That were up to my knees,
Thank you God,
For my good childhood.