LaNell and Me
Remember how we used to play
down by the little stream?
And in our world of make-believe
of wonders we did dream.
Built marvelous little houses
from rocks and sticks and sand.
With many varied, special rooms;
Great mansions we did plan.
Sometimes we’d have a bakery
Mud cookies we would make.
And put them carefully on a rock
left in the sun to bake.
Remember how the deep warm sand
Felt good on our bare feet?
And once we thought of “store-bought bread”
as actually a treat!
Fearlessly we often trod
Upon the nearby hill,
And played beneath the cedar trees
Built swings for dolls to fill.
The carefree days of childhood.
How pleasant to recall;
Our innocence and lasting faith
Our eager trust in all.
May B. Winkel ©1977