Poetry#01: A Small Boy's Idea of Heaven
A place with trees and hills to climb
When Nature itself calls to us
And iny the heat of summertime
A pool in which we ourselves can swim
In the waters that splash.
In a place with pantries full of cake
Or cookies, crisp and brown.
Where there can be no stomach aches
For castor oil to drown.
A pace with streams ateem with fish
Of every size and sort.
Where we may gratify out with
For restful outdoor sport.
A place where neck and hands and ears
Though smeared with dirt and grime
May go unwashed throughout the years
Of never ending time.