June 8, 2015
by Jay Scott Berry

Seashells and sandcastles, the memories of a child.
Hide and seek and skipping rope, carefree running wild.

Rainbows and waterfalls, training wheels left behind.
Peter Pan and Wonderland, the childlike state of mind.

Anything was possible, we were Princesses and Kings.
Puff the Magic Dragon, flew on Golden Wings.

Fairy tales and Santa Claus, the Magic in a Rhyme.
Carousels and wishing wells,
Once Upon a Time.