807. Childhood, where laughter knew no bounds,

SONNET 807
By JH Sayyar
Childhood, where laughter knew no bounds,
When every stone became a pirate’s ship,
And secrets hid in tree trunks all around,
While juice would grin from cherry-lip
With muddy hands we traced summer skies,
Our echoes rang in fields of wild delight,
We chased the wind and the shining lies,
And dared the stars to watch us every night
We stole no treasure, save from time and care,
Our sins were sweet—a broken vase, a pie,
A frog in pockets and giggles in the air,
A scribbled wall and a wondering eye

Now we grown where mischief once did play
A golden echo that would not fade away