By Charlotte Vaughn
As the summer breeze made the dandelion drift away from me,
And I felt the stream trickle across my toes bare toes,
I remembered the days, when I climbed high trees,
And I roamed wherever I wanted.
I wish I could go back in time, to visit those wonderful days again.
I remembered the times, when I spent all day, lying in the soft grass all alone,
Or skipping around meadows, pick flowers, and making them into crowns.
If I could re-live those days,
I would be so happy.
But instead, I have memories of Black and white.