The Yearning

I dream of blue skies with never a cloudy day,

I long for the comfort of being a child once more at play.

Yet the moroseness of darkness has hid this dream from me.

OH….The

Sweet smells of summer with the sounds of the bumble bee,

the warmth of the brilliant sunshine,

the dancing shadows from the leaves on the tree.

Fresh mowed grass, the sound of an old ice cream churn.

Little things they are …I know

but how my soul for them does yearn.

Allen