Beneath the Wings of Childhood

Beneath the Wings of Childhood

There remains a special place

That not age nor the world

Can from a gentle heart erase

It is a land filled with memory

It is a land filled with joy

That was locked into the heart

Of each and every girl and boy

Where little feet still run wild

And little hands still make their way

Through adventure and life’s wonder

In learning and in play

Beneath the Wings of Childhood

One can forever reminisce

The reading of a bedtime story

The comfort of a bedtime kiss

Though life will have its bridges

And paths filled with many stones

There is a certain road you can travel

That will always lead you home

As those who bear a child’s heart

Have eternally understood, that home

And dreams and faraway lands

Are always waiting - just

Beneath the Wings of Childhood

bkmackenzie

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Illustration by: Jessie Wilcox Smith (1863-1935)
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