Old english chatter

I long for the old days 
seeing ditties to children 
In gentle undertones 
I long to feel apricity in winter 
Gentle sun on my back 
I long for jargogling convos
Fun and game nights galore 
growing cats and dogs 
Singing crickets 
The days before life became bland....
So surreal!! Majestic!! 
I long for bonfires and marshmallow dreams and a side of cavier.....