Little tadpoles in a stream
The stream, nightly, in my dream,
Where was this, when was it
Why unclear, why not lit?
The mountains clad
The trees all green,
Snows around
Where was this scene?
The skies all blue
The air so true
Twinkling stars in the Sky,
Hand in hand
Dancing through
Amazing, golden, fields of Rye.
Horses, cantering, everywhere
The chill of winter very bare,
Biting through whatever we wore
Frozen, to our very core.
The mist and haze and lots of wood
Now fading memories of my childhood
Evenings, by the fireside
Till, wandering eyes with sleep collide.
Simple were those little dreams
Tiny, those sparkling streams,
Elves and Fairies in silent wait
At the steps of that Dreamland Gate.
Paper boats in tubs of water
Playhouses and Dolls around,
In these did we, eternally
Our joys find, ourselves astound.
Little Dreams, Tiny Desires
Childhood, is all Happiness,
Tears, then, like drops of rain
That wash away a ‘spanking’s’ pain.
Never lose it friends, come what may
Derogatory words are an envious play
Those, who grow-up and remain so
The stiff upper- lip, will never know
The depth and beauty of those carefree times
When life revolved around Nursery rhymes,
When Baba Black sheep had no wool
And, the “lolly” had no magnetic pull.
Think a while and tell me then
Did you or did you not on reading this,
Smile a bit, in nostalgia get lost
And, recall those moments of pure bliss.
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