Those
days
of raging winds, nonentity boredom
days
when the passion to run through the sugar cane fields would grow in great scale
days
when using the slingshot required using all my imagination
days
when jumping in muddy puddles
and crossing rivers and getting wet
would give my mind and heart free rein
days
when kissing and counting the raindrops was never inane
days
when listening to the crickety symphony
and star gazing satisfied my searching for
days
when thunderstorms and lighting assured my soul of
God above
and a God of love
In those
days
much pleasure I found
much experience was gained
much joy abounded within me
much awe of my Creator completed my wants and needs
