A Treasure

KimBday_s30KimBday_s30

Oh carefree, happy days of youth

The world, mine to explore                             

From break of day till evening time

I'd spread my wings and soar

 

Chasing butterflies and birds

Playing in the creek

Looking under logs and rocks

Adventure I would seek

 

Breathing in the country scents

Plowed earth and new mown hay

The fragrances enchanted me

As I would run and play

 

The sounds of crickets and of bees

The chattering of a squirrel

They were quite a symphony

For this little blond haired girl

   

I curled up in the big old barn

With a book and open mind

And through those pages I would travel

Meeting folks of every kind

 

Oh the joy of those days                             

Now looking back I see

The thing I treasured most of all

Was the freedom to be ME    


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"Every song that I write comes from my own personal experience.  i believe the role of an artist is to interpret reality through a system of beliefs and a long-term seeking of truth, in your own life and in the world at large."  Dan Folgelberg

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