Playing on lawns of green <br />the smell of cherry bloosoms <br />the flutter of a white moth <br /> <br />Running through man made rain drops <br />on a hot summer day <br />a tall glass of iced tea <br />in 69 degree comfort <br /> <br />Picking pumpkins <br />brisk october days <br />snow all in piles <br />school closed for the days <br /> <br />A kiss from mom warm on your head <br />all nice and toasty you hop into bed <br />a free child nothing left to be said<br /><br />vincent armone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-free-child/
