“The soul is healed by being with children.”
– Fyodor Dostoevsky
When we were new, so young,
and the world a beautiful mystery,
when an empty suburban lot
became an open prairie,
when the water running alongside
the curb seemed a mighty river,
when a backyard swing took us
on grand adventures,
when afternoons were lost
in the limbs of a good tree,
when the natural world
welcomed us, and we knew how
to hide and to seek, we didn’t know
then that we would grow older
and so often forget the blissful
enchantment of just being a kid.
—C.L. Fisher, December 2021
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