My grandmother took naps in the afternoon. As long as I did not disturb the sacred nap, and I turned up at chore time, I could get away with just about anything.
Wild little child
With tangled hair,
Wearing her Aunty’s
Out-grown clothes.
Slipping away
On a hot summer day
To play in the pond,
When nobody knows.
Some kind angel
Or some good charm
Over her watched
For she came to no harm–
Although she floated in water
That was well over her head,
Ate wild fruits,
And lay on a wild grass bed
Wound herself
With green vines around
With daisies and dandelions
Herself she crowned.
Till duty called
In her grandmother’s voice
And she headed for home
By prudent choice
To do the evening chores,
Make sure pets are fed,
Lean on her mother’s knee
While a new chapter is read
In the latest library book
Mama brought from town,
With the best adventures–
We hate to put it down.
But at last feet are washed,
Good-nights are said,
And a wild little princess
Goes off to bed.
This brought back so many memories of my summer childhood pleasures; exploring the woods and fields nearby…skinning knees while climbing down out of a huge fir tree…dirty feet that had to be hosed off before being allowed to enter the house…and fingers ‘permanently’ stained from picking berries! 
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