brush strokes

Brush strokes are formed on a blank page
And the simplicity takes me back to my childhood days
Like the meanderings of a viola
Taking the lead
All my wandering roads do lead
Swiftly, running free like a forceful river
Playful and joyful full of vigour.

The summer sun full in the sky
Wild life flourishing,loved of my father
Cared for like the pupil of his eye…
Brush strokes are formed on a blank page
The simplicity takes me back to my childhood days.

Creating something so simply wonderful
As a child at play in bales of hay
Now it’s morning and all is set
For the coming day.
The innocence of youth in its wonderful display
Enchants me now as I consider those days.

Of laughter and curiosity
Happiness and play
Forever in the sunshine of youth
Come what may.
Brush strokes are formed on a blank page
Leading me home to those wonderful days.