CHILDHOOD BLUES

The blue of the sky reflected blue sea

And pure white foam floated in both the blues.

That was the way it seemed to younger me.

We had pleasure in being us and we

And there was much to see in two-blued views.

The blue of the sky reflected blue sea.

The mornings were clean and lit up with glee

And never knew a warring world’s worst news.

That was the way it seemed to younger me.

The sunsets were as red as red could be

And grey days were as rare as wearing shoes.

The blue of the sky reflected blue sea.

At night the heavens were spangled starry

And waters flickered flaming yellow hues.

That was the way it seemed to younger me.

As children we knew only how to be

And we believed we had freedom to choose.

The blue of the sky reflected blue sea,

That was the way it seemed to younger me.