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MY ONE WISH

In meadows of emerald green
where butterflies softly play
I long to return once more
to those childhood yesterdays.

Where the days seemed unending
as through the grass we ran
in the summer sun of long ago
innocently holding hands.

I long to hear the whip-poor-will
call sadly to it's mate
to pick wild flowers along the river
on a new born April day.

I wish once more to hear the rain
as it beats on a roof of tin
to dream the dreams of childhood
oh to live those days again.

I'd like a chance to relive
my very first childhood romance
to feel that first kiss upon my lips
and the night of my high school dance.

To go back in time would be my wish
if to me only one was granted
to feel the sun, the wind and rain
of a childhood that was enchanted.