Tiptoeing out the back door,
No shoes on my feet,
Running through the cool grass,
Sunshine chasing me.
Hiding from the grown-up world,
Picking wild flowers,
Finding nature’s splendor
In the daylight hours.
Hungry for adventures,
Found tangled among the trails
Stuffed into my memories
To be the midnight tales
Those were the summers of long ago
When youth still guided me,
I was just a child,
Barefoot and free.
-TiffanyLayne