Childhood Memories

Running barefoot through the fields,
Turning and shouting towards the woods,
Then waiting for the echo’s reply,
Proclaiming the freedom of a child
Who is protected by the angels on high.

Those carefree summer days,
They are gone yet the memories are alive,
As I contemplate those days gone by,
I can feel the warmth of the sun’s rays,
And I’m so grateful for being alive.

By Sandra Bierly