I like 'em, in the winter when their cheeks are slightly pale,
I like 'em in the spring time when the March winds blow a gale;
But when summer suns have tanned 'em and they're racing to and fro,
I somehow think the children make the finest sort of show.
When they're brown as little berries and they're bare of foot and head,
And they're on the go each minute where the velvet lawns are spread,
Then their health is at its finest and they never stop to rest,
Oh, it's then I think the children look and are their very best.
We've got to know the winter and we've got to know the spring,
But for children, could I do it, unto summer I would cling;
For I'm happiest when I see 'em, as a wild and merry band
Of healthy, lusty youngsters that the summer sun has tanned.
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Swings, and ice cream...playgrounds. Where childrens' laughter is the sweetest music. I agree with Von, brings back many many memories.
Willow -
This is so lovely. Watching healthy children running around barefoot with nothing better to do than play. this was written of course in a simpler time when broken glass and skin cancer were not a daily worry.
Nice to look back and remember though.
Von~
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