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A little poetry to lighten the heart

Memories of a childhood seen through the mists of time

In a country village, long ago,
Where the fields were green and the brooks did flow,
A young child roamed both free and wild,
With friends by their side, like nature's child.

They roamed the fields, lush and fair,
Beneath the sun, and without care,
By the babbling brooks, they joyfully played,
Gathering memories that will never fade.

In the woods, they built tree houses high,
With branches reaching up to the sky,
And cooked their fare on campfires bright,
Beneath the stars, in the moon's soft light.

They camped beside a valley small,
With a stream, so clear and trees so tall,
They listened close to nature's hum,
And all their troubles were undone.

These memories, like a treasure trove,
Are kept within a heart of gold,
And in times of trouble, we can recall,
Those happy days, and again stand tall.

So let us cherish these memories dear,
And hold them tight and forever near,
For they remind us of life's purest joys,
And the joy of being village boys.

Written with love by CHATgpt and Boz