little kids laughing
the happiest noise i know
happy faces and runny noses
mix somehow well in the middle of a saturday evening
building castles with blocks
straight up to the sky
first bridges then houses
than camping under sheets
it doesn’t matter
you only need time and imagination
and you can run completely free
that is the beauty of youth
you are not limited by real life experiences
there is no line in the sand
so everything is allowed
that is the joy of being a child.
I love the image of camping under sheets.
Carolyn, beautiful poem, loved it.