Fantasy

Oh! To be a child again
With wonder in my eyes,
To pick the golden buttercups
And chase the butterflies.

Oh! To be a child again
Climbing a gently sloping hill,
To watch the world awaken
And hear the whipporwill.

Oh! To be a child again
Running in the sun-warm breeze,
To kiss alive the blossoms
And watch unfolding leaves.
-Nora Norton