Childhood

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Childhood

by Cleve Sylcox

Today I went,
Back in time.
To a place,
With many rhymes.

To my childhood,
Laying upon a hill.
Watching clouds drift by,
I got a chill.

Tall trees swayed and waved,
At the clouds as they made their way.

Birds chased bugs,
Bees did hum,
Grasshoppers hopped,
Chewing their gum.

I laid in the grass,
For many hours,
Watching clouds,
As they towered.

Giraffes and elephants,
Floated by,
Dragons breathing fire,
Burning the sky.

I hated to leave,
To get up and go,
But I’m old man,
With no seeds to sow.

I made my way,
Into the house,
Where I wrote,
About a mouse.

But on occasion,
I stared and watched the clouds,
Thought about life on the hill,
And cried out loud.

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