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