I was a young girl then
running hillsides back when
inhaling the clean airs summer breeze
hanging upside down in a blackjack tree
laughter floating heavenward
mama smiles when it’s heard
no thoughts of creaking knees
Too busy watching bumble bees
No hitch in your walk. It was straight
dangling off the Iron bridge by grandad’s gate
I can’t pinpoint when life detoured
perhaps after my ladder fall, It was incurred
Now I’m majoring in physical therapy
Life isn’t what I expected it to be
Still, I push forward to days of unknown
most days thinking of seeds formerly sown
Youth is the prize, and you better grab tight
age rushes past and turns on a different light
Oh, to be that young girl again
I would still run my hillside glen
I want some more
open Youths door
