Being Happy, Childlike Poem by M. A Heathcote

Did you ever love walking silver lanes?
Wet with rain or running in meadows
Tall, lush with buttercup in knee-high strains
Did you wade in a river without clothes?
Hear your own heart trill out loud in the moonlight.
Fight that sibling after playing Broncos.
Ever have a child's life and smite in spite?
All the love and the wonderful grottoes
Did you ever play around a duck pond?
And splash in puddles the longest way home.
Sure, wasn't it just great to leave and abscond?
Ok, sure, wasn't it great then to just idly roam?
What's made your face like a moulding flour sack?
What happened to being happy, childlike, and laid-back?