Carefree childhood days before I was ten
Playing outside in the warm summer heat
Running the wood paths again and again
Imagination chasing each heartbeat
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Soft cool earth against feet calloused and tough
Playing with friends among the cool tall trees
I loved those days they were never enough
Brought so much joy when we did as we pleased
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Playing baseball behind the neighbor’s shed
With just a fielder, pitcher, and batter
Trading bubblegum cards with players heads
Mantle and Myers were all that mattered
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Those were the days they are fossils on my brain
Childhood days… life was always much the same
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Photo: Betty Berkshire
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