Nostalgia

Look at the water rise with a splash

As their little feet prance in the slush,

Fun and frolic streaking their way

With brown on white as they play.

Life seems to pass without a care

For these young kids, who dare

To sink their feet in the muddy soil

And inhale the sweet fragrant smell

Of the earth prodded to freshen

By the first rain of the season.

Don’t they stir nostalgic memories

Of our own childhood reveries?