This is just a thoughtful little poem of memories from my childhood.
Baret Topped Acorns
Moist grass on bare feet,
Puffed cheeks, tiny seeds drift,Yellow dotted field.
Braided clover crown,
Graceful propellers twirl,Giggles echoing.
Ascending tree tops,
Peek through dangling willows,Beret topped acorns.
Enticing puddles,
Mud pies bake in the sun,Smooth pebbles skip.
Silent bell bouquets.
Jars filled with flickers of light,Band of granny beads.
