Beguiled Childhood The little child inside me Longingly wants to be Returned to yesteryear And old times held so dear. I long to hear mother's voice Singing hymns so choice, Her angelic songs yet fill my ears, No sweeter tones one could hear. I want to see father in the fields As he toiled to provide meals, How I pine to see his radiant grin And feel his gentle touch again. I want to return to the old home place And kiss my sister's cherub face And chase my brother just once more Through the barn's hayloft door. If only time was a magical thing I wonder at the joy it may bring, Flying me to where I used to abide On a soaring magic carpet ride. In my rich minds childlike world Bittersweet memories oft unfurl, Carrying me back to a happier day, To good times where I yearn stay. I sorely miss the country lifestyle And long to return if only awhile, To live just one day as a small child In a yesteryear completely beguiled. ©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 09-04-04 Return   Poetry By Ken Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone