Poem About The Joy Of Being A Child: Child Memories

When I was a young girl
We used to play
Out in the field
Of flowers all day.
There were roses and daisies
And lilies, too.
We used to trade them,
Saying from me to you.

At lunchtime we’d have
A picnic in the field.
We’d go get the basket
And eat a good meal.
There were muffins and chocolates
And berries, too.
We would even get
A cookie or two.

Oh, the life of the young ones
Was such a beautiful phase.
We would look at the field
And happily gaze.

~ Erika Romenesko