There is nothing more beautiful in this world, than the sweet smile of a child.

Just a general observation and commentary on children.

What’s in Billy’s pocket.

I remember as a child the leisurely days of summer when I would spend the day just hangin’ out without a care in the world except for the moment I was in. My intent in this poem was to suggest the innocence of childhood.

A toy I used to play and have fun with.

New toys.

Children enjoy playtime.

For things to change.

Or so it seems!

My views on how children should be aloud to grow up at their on pace, and the wonders of playhouses for all ages.