Crack the ice on puddles in the road

From Mike Flemming’s Blog.Copyright

I’d like to be a child and play in snow
Crack the ice on puddles in the road
The brittle bones of age  can’r risk a blow

Green as little branches, children grow
Their minds are open to the world’s rare gold
I’d like to be a child and play in snow

In our nature, hardening is a flaw
Though bones are done, our minds can  still be bold
The brittle bones of age  can’t risk a blow

Bend like willow, bow  with sacred awe.
For this life is the greatest story told
I’d like to be a child and roll in snow

We struggle on, we learn, we come to know
The love and friendship  can’t be put on hold
The brittle bones of age  can’t risk a blow

Hear the angels singing  clothed in gold
The stars shine out like candles overblown
I’d like to be an icicle  to show
How heat can melt the hardness at our core