Innocence

Somewhere there is a posse of children happily getting lost in the magic of exploration

At the banks of a creek finding stones and catching eels

Along an abandoned railroad track, discovering the markings of blacksmiths

In a ruined house on a hill with obsolete contraptions from another era

Under an ancient tree cave where fairies might be hiding beneath toadstools

By a tributary along the beach with shells and coral rolling in with the tides

Upon a roof looking up at the screen of the sky painting tales of the gods

Somewhere on earth right now 

Is that joy hidden from adult's meddling gaze